Believe me if all those endearing young charms : to my mother. . Beleive me, if all those endearing young charms,. Which I gaze on so fondly today,. Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms.
Barbara allan to bill and anne mulloy of calgary, alberta. . It was in and about the martinmas time. When the green leaves were a fallin'. That sir john graeme o' the west countree.
Easy now,. the roads are long we walk,. and lonely are the days to comfort you. . Crazy how,. we don't get the time to talk,. and all those little things,.
I quit pretending. I made up my mind. This happy ending. I will never find. . This heart would go on if it could. But this time. It's broken for good.
If I promise to be good. And do everything that I should. And be the best woman that I can. Will you promise to be my man. . If I swear all my love to you.
I'll never be as wild as I could be. And never as smart as I should be. But I'll let love in so that's worth something. . And once in a while I can risk it.
[the first line is missing on the CD reissue]. Caledonia, mahoganies, elbows. Bring on Fatima. How long does the rain fall?. How long?.
You questioned her legs, spread on the table. Vultures that prey in her bosom, cursed her questions. Said she was dead anyway. A virgin mild scream. She wasn't dead, just wasted.
Well it doesn't matter 'cause. This is going all the way out. If you think there's a future anywhere. All the way out. Whoops, I spilled the beans. All the way out.
Breathtaker, he took his toll. Microphone and rock 'n roll. Beat me up and take my time. Run up and down my scrambled spine. Early mornin', he comes up.
With your breast in a moonbeam. Foot on a stair. You weep on my shoulder. I feel full shackled. I think you're lonely (?). I been here cause I think there's been a change.
Branded on a telephone. Germans came, I wasn't home. Nickel for your fortune true. Dime when you reach forty-two. Vertebrae all scrambled 'round. Lately I have found a sound.
Let me tell you about my blues. My blues have turned black. Black, black, black, black. And my rotting stinking flesh. Black, black, black, black. I couldn't stay high.
It's gone past you, baby. You're not even on my mind. It's these blues I got to deal with. So heavy all the time. Maybe I had them before you. I can't really say.
I was lightin' on fire one night. Smokin' cigarettes. I was lightin' on fire one night. Smokin' cigarettes.
His skin is stretched tight across his bones. Blood running down his cheeks. Children gazing at his feet. Ladies he'd like to meet. Lonely in that ancient street.
They come around. Take your thing. And put it in another place. I smile and say it's OK. I didn't care anyway. I listen for a while. They're no good. They were just stupid.
A dozen drops fall from your face. Shaking the rain in a quiet place. Shining clean a fresh new day. Wakes up the world in a fragrant bouquet. Listen to the sound of a constant fall.