Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Till the day I die


Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside Will not invade this sacred shrine Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie

If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise

Wavering shadows loom

A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side

For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by

And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey

There's sadness in your beautiful eyes

Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes

My life down I shall lie

Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name I just looked into his wondrous eyes And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay

Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine Climb up on my knee, sonny boy Although you're only three, sonny boy You're - you're mine And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother ... As long ... as long ... as long I did my best for her I did my best for her.

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