The ground, the ground shall sorrow be The roof of despair which bars all cheerful light from me To bar all cheerful light The walls marble black which moistened still shall weep from me They still shall weep forever in darkness
To bar all cheerful light
The roof of despair which bars all cheerful light from me My queen, my queen I only wish my song to please thee I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery
I wish to be the minstrel in your gallery
My music Jarring, jarring Jarring, jarring sounds to banish sleep
Thus bedded to my woes And bedded, bedded to my tomb Oh let me living die, oh let me living let me living die Till death do come, till death do come Till death, till death do comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
