Oh, to have a pristine claw These hands are old and sore The knuckles, they ache The bones they do break Oh, to have a youthful frown Bleed on the surgeon
Oh, to have a pristine claw These hands are old and sore The knuckles they ache, the bones they do break Oh, to have a youthful frown Bleed on the surgeon
Translation: Harcourt, Ed. The Pristine Claw.