Here I stand acting like a silly clown would, I don't know why Would anybody like to try The changes I'm going through ? A hidden lie would fortify Something that don't exist But it ain't so bad, I'm just a lad, So many more things to do, I intend to come right through them all with you.
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind We talk a while by a crooked stile, You're lucky to catch a few. There's no magic wand in a perfumed hand, It's a pleasure to be true. In my crystal halls a feather falls Being beautiful just for you But that might not be quite true, that's up to you.
Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake A strange young girl sang her songs for me And left 'fore the day was born. That dark princess with saddening jest She lowered her eyes of woe, And I felt her sigh, I wouldn't like to try The changes she's going through But I hope love comes right through them all with you.
Writer/s: ALBRECHT MARCUSE, DONOVAN LEITCH
Publisher: Peermusic Publishing
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