With his hood on his back
With his hood on his back
He was coming from Eldorado
He was coming from Eldorado
He had a beautiful white beard
His name was Dad Cake
He put bread on your board
He put his hands on your hips
He took you for a walk in a pram
He took you for a stroll in a pram
On the road to castle life
On the road to castle life
The good life golden on slices
He offered it to you on a platter
He put grain in your barn
He put his hands on your hips
You who had nothing on your back
You who had nothing on your back
He covered you with coats
He covered you with coats
He saw you ªkill like a Sunday
You won't be cold soon
He put the ermine on your sleeve
He put his hands on your hips
All the cameos, all the enamels
All the cameos, all the enamels
He made them hang on your branches
br/>He made them hang on your branches
He made them roll in an avalanche
Pearls and rubies in your hooves
He put gold on your branch
>He friends his hands on your hips
Pull the beauty, pull the curtain
Pull the beauty, pull the curtain
On your miseries of earlier
On your miseries of earlier
And outside it's raining it's windy
The bad weather is no longer your lot
The lovely weather of the elbows ©es frank
We put our hands on your hips

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