Good Doctor Brian He fell in love With the purple seas Of such rose and silk
But in what got drove Away, away Like the soaring ghost All the white dove sees
One night he begged She’d be his bride But she said ‘no’ It cannot wait
Just like gulls With their hungry tries I love you less Than the one got tied
Out he did grew Oh such cruel words And although this is A shiny cell
He took a rock And threw it high And hawk a gull From the wine dark sand
In twilet dust In a blacky witch The doctor burned Warm wood and pitch And with a fist Will bring your dirt Deep in the night For that one girl heart
And then she came With those rosy sleeves To touch his hands With such a wilder kiss
His black top hat To the breeze it went And his flapping arms Grew feather plan
His face is stretched To a sharpened way And now he’s strange To feel the wild dark wind But all he found And thought to find Those rosy sleeves Held them oh so tightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
