After one whole quart of brandy. Like a daisy, I'm awake. With no Bromo-Seltzer handy. I don't even shake. Men are not a new sensation. I've done pretty well I think.
He's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have his charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Love's the same old sad sensation.
He's a fool and don't i know it. but a fool can have his charms. i'm in love and don't i show it. like a babe in arms. Love's the same old sad sensation.
I'm wild again, beguiled again. A simpering, whimpering child again. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I. . Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep. Till love came and told me I shouldn't sleep.
She's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have her charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Love's the same old situation.
She's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have her charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Love's the same old situation.
She's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have her charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Love's the same old situation.
She's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have her charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Love's the same old situation.
She's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have her charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Love's the same old situation.
She's a fool and don't I know it. But a fool can have her charms. I'm in love and don't I show it. Like a babe in arms. . Love's the same old situation.
North is cold, summer is late. South is sorrow, surrounded by hate. West is far, a dream you are creating. East is here, and your fate is awaiting.
I know that my old life is ending. very soon I'll lose my breath. But raise up high or slow descending. Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell.
"Holy was the star from which you were born. to a world where darkness and fear take form. A lonely sould with a heart of light to find. beyond reality, forgotten in time.
A shapeless form. A mindless soul. Senseless with no control. Eyes so closed. A heart that sleeps. A memory, a thought that is gone. I am born. Still I'm no more.
My tears were flowing down to the ground. a sad stream of silver is a mournin' mans gold. And where the seeds of sorrow soon were found. a flower of light, the omen saw the world.
Here I am. In this strange world. A different universe. Nowhere in time. I'm captured in my dreams. On this lonely journey. To find the morning light.
Suddenly I awoke, I must have fallen asleep under the oak,. where I used to sit and dream as a child. The dawn was soon to come, and the air was crisp and cold.
On that day, the day of birth. in the morning, that dawn of time. I sat down to rest a moment. when a song came to mind. As I sat there I could feel it.