We sailed away on a winter's day With fate as malleable as clay But ships are fallible, i say And the nautical, like all things, fades
And i can recall our caravel A little wicker beetle-shell With four fine masts and lateen sails Its bearings on cair paravel
Oh my love Oh it was a funny little thing To be the ones to've seen
The sight of bridges and balloons Makes calm canaries irritable And they caw and claw all afternoon Catenaries and dirigibles
Brace and buoy the livingroom A loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble And a thimble's worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble
Oh my love Oh it was a funny little thing To be the ones to've seen
Oh my love Oh it was a funny little thing It was a funny, funny little thing To be the ones to've seenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
