I love to go a-wandering:
"See Hong Kong from above!"
And as I go, I love to sing,
And tell our tales with love.
Val-deri, Val-dera, Val-deri,
Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-deri, Val-dera.
And tell our tales with love.
I love to sing the days gone by:
The goddess patched the sky.
So I have heard, said an old bloke:
"Moving hills was no joke!"
Val-deri, Val-dera.
And tell our tales with love.
Mountaineers hike up and up
Wondering why life sucks!
Wanderers gaze at the sea
Waiting for some luck.
Val-deri, Val-dera.
And tell our tales with love.
The turtle climbs down just for fun,
Forsakes the mountain green.
Hong Kong dives the time might come
Like the yellow submarine.
Val-deri, Val-dera.
And tell our tales with love.
She'd only wait but would not weep –
A woman of substance.
Yet I have no promise to keep
No song of endurance.
Val-deri, Val-dera.
And tell our tales with rock. |
