Lay your sleeping head my love Human on my faithless arms Time and fevers burn away beauty from thoughtful child and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie Mortal, guilty but to me The entirely beautiful
So let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking hearth may bless Find our mortal world enough Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers
Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love
Certainty fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell And fashionable madmen raise Their pathetic cry Every cent of dollar And all that dreaded cards foretell Should be paid but from this night Not a whisper not a thought Not a kiss nor look be lost
You are mortalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
