Though moon will set 'ware thee the dawn For sunrise will become And simple needs thou haveth not Though grow you old to young
And 'ware thee of the honey-tongued Caressing you with guile By dawn we must be far from here Though yet we stay awhile
Though the years were planned ahead Never knew quite what to do For when I asketh for the mockingbird They gaveth me the shrew
And yea! I heard it when you called me But was stone-cast; stunned and blind For when the star fell back into the sky Alas, it ate my mind. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |