Des coquillages De longs voyages Rapportes par mon bien-aime Rapportes par mon bien-aime Rapportes par mon bien-aime Par mon bien-aime Par mon bien-
It seems the songs we're singing Are all about tomorrow, Tunes of promises that we can't keep. Every moment bringing A love I can only borrow, You're
Now is the glimmering spinning beginning Of something I've prayed for and counted the minutes To be in the shadows of sheltering meadows Of night, here
What can I say? He's a-walking away From what we've seen. What can I do Still loving you? It's all a dream. How can we hang on to a dream, How can
I've been looking for a good guy For a long, long time. Been looking for a good guy, One to ease my mind As well as my time. I've been singing in the
Standing by the everyman, digging the rigging on my sail Rain to the sound of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale. The heath was hung in magic mist
I have a love and it's all that I have Right or wrong, what else can I do? I love him, I'm his, And every thing he is I am, too. I have a love and he
Non, je ne pourraI jamais vivre sans toi, Je ne pourraI pas, ne pars pas, j'en mourrai! Un instant sans toI et je n'existe pas, Mais mon amour, ne me
Our love has gone And there's nothing we can do. It has happened, leave it so. People may say It is wrong me leaving you, Maybe wrong but I must go.
Rosy, won't you please come home, Mama don't know where you've been. Rosy won't you please come home, Your room's clean and no one's in it. Oh, my rosy
If I listened long enough to you I'd find a way to believe that it's all true Knowing that you lied straight-faced while I cried. Still I look to find
There's a little bird that somebody sends Down to the earth to live on the wind. Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind This little bird that somebody
I'll take a walk all by myself So I can think of nothing else But loving you when we find time. These are the things I'll do with you in mind. I'll
Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they're here to stay, Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly I'm not half the one
Today I saw the roses die, The ones that we picked out. And I turned around to cry, I could not help myself. I know where the roses go Who do what they
It's saturday night, it feels like a sunday in some ways. If I had any sense I'd maybe go away for a few days. Be that as it may, I can only say I am
