A keresés eredménye

Doris

Just a girl from Val d’Or
Who’d never seen the city
Pushed onward by the northern wind
She found herself, one Sunday afternoon,
In a lounge on Jean-Talon Street
For an audition.
Sitting on the jukebox,
Doris tells of her early childhood:
'Mum played the fiddle, Dad the accordion,
While I banged on pots and pans