This place is damp and ghostly I am already gone And the halls were lined With the disembodied And the dustly wings Which fell from flesh Gasplessly
That means no Where I come from I am cold Out waiting for the day to come I chew my lips And I scratch my nose Feels so good to be a rose Oh don't, don
Emily The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh A little while later the
The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh A little while later the Pharisees
That means no Where i come from I am cold, out waiting for the day to come I chew my lips And i scratch my nose Feels so good to be a rose Oh don't
So, so long ago And so far away When time was just a line That you fed me When you wanted to stay We'd talk as soft as chalk Till morning came, as pale
Down in the green hay Where monkey and bear usually lay They woke from a stable-boy's cry He said; someone come quick! The horses got loose, got grass
From the courtyard I floated in And watched it go down Heard the cup drop Thought, "Well, that's why they keep them around" The blackguard sat hard, down
Twenty miles left to the show Hello, my old country, hello Stars are just beginning to appear And I have never in my life before been here And it's my
From the top of the flight Of the wide white stairs Through the rest of my life Do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears There's a wide white
There is a spring, not far from here The water runs both sweet and clear Both sweet and clear, and cold Could crack your bones with veins of gold I stood
I can feel a difference Today, a difference All of us, in our tents Fearing god like a mistress We lay on the rocks, in the sun Watching you and your
Whose is the hand that I will hold Whose is the face I will see Whose is the name that I will call When I am called to meet thee In this life, who did
Driven through by her own sword Summer died last night, alone Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth Autumn has come to my hometown Friendly voices, dead
Mercy me, the night is long Take my pen to write you this song Lord, is it harder to carry on Or to know when you are done All my life, I?ve felt as
Last night again you were in my dream Several expendable limbs were at stake You were a prince, spinning rims All sentiments Indian-given and half-baked
I will pack up my pretty dresses I will box up my high-heeled shoes A sparkling ring, for every finger I'll put away, and hide from view Coats of boucle
Hey hey hey, the end is near On a good day you can see the end from here But I won't turn back, now, though the way is clear I will stay for the remainder