of loss And there's nothing to follow, there's nowhere to go She's gone like the summer, gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song
Now the swan it floated on the English river Ah, the rose of high romance, it opened wide A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer And the judges
Now why do you stand by the window Abandoned to beauty and pride The thorn of the night in your bosom The spear of the age in your side? Lost in the
All summer long she touched me She gathered in my soul From many a thorn, from many thickets Her fingers, like a weaver's Quick and cool And the light
Un Canadien Errant (A wandering Canadian,) Banni de ses foyers, (banned from his hearths,) Parcourait en pleurant (travelled while crying) Des pays etrangers
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge The man in white, that's you, says, he has no friends The river is swollen up with rusty cans And the trees
I've never seen your eyes so wide I've never seen your appetite quite this occupied Elsewhere is your feast of love I know, where long ago we agreed to
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come back again But I think that I can heal it But I think that I can heal it I'm a fool but I think I can heal it with this song
It seems so long ago Nancy was alone Looking ate the Late Late show Through a semi-precious stone In the house of honesty Her father was on trial In
I saw jesus on the cross on a hill called calvary "do you hate mankind for what they done to you? " He said, "talk of love not hate, things
Queen Victoria, my father and all his tobacco loved you I love you too in all your forms The slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer The mean
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc As she came riding through the dark No moon to keep her Armour bright Then no man to get her through this darkest
The door it opened slowly My father he came in I was nine years old And he stood so tall above me His blue eyes they were shining And his voice was very
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes Were smoking out along the open road The night was very dark and thick between them Each man beneath his
Four o'clock in the afternoon And I didn't feel like very much I said to myself, "Where are you, Golden Boy Where's your famous golden touch?" I thought
Won't you come over to the window, my little darling? I'd like to try to read your palm You know I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy Before I
I finally broke into the prison, I found my place in the chain Even damnation is poisoned with rainbow All the brave young men they're waiting now to