the light warms up my room drawing crazy patterns on the curtain I'm pouring my heart Into the sea where nimble nymphs take my hands circling and laughing, clapping and singing I will sing them along hello! goodbye... it was as hard to say the last words as the first ones to throw
people looked down at the dead man's face a minute, and some dropped a tear, and it was all very still, only girls and the beats holding handkerchiefs to their eyes and keeping their heads bent and sobbing a little there wasn't no other sound but the scrapping of the feet on the floor
and faul wind is blowing my answers I'm sorry, I've lost all that funny tales that I know (that) you want... Oh! Friend, I've been robbed by her naughty games take my hands circling and laughing, clapping and singing her legs burn her ways colliding this naive sort of guys who ever goes after the mistress who wants to merit a prize
a viola screams as though a fiddler had known all this business she's scared, she's speaking, I'm not fond of listening, just said "Let's part our roads here" "Don't put your face on" cause my dirty wings, waiting for me in my bedroom that lady, she knows what I need