It may not always be so
And I say that if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another's
And your dear strong fingers clutch
His heart as mine in time
Not far away
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know
Or such great writing words as
Uttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit
At bay
If this should be
I say if this should be
You of my heart
Send me a little word
That I may go unto him
And take his hands
Saying, accept all happiness from me
Then shall I turn face
And hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in
The lost lands
1 | Inspiratie |
2 | Wat is mijn hart |
3 | You Took Advantage Of Me |
4 | Hey Joan |
5 | The Gentleman Is A Dope |
6 | I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face |