Music :Rudolf Schenker
Lyrics:Klaus Meine
Well it seems that I was lost
In intoxicated nights
Following the trace of ecstasy
With no future and no past
Just the present was alive
Like a prisoner chained on to a dream
I was drowning in a feeling
That obsession rules
'till the morning kills the creatures of the night
And I read your lipstick message
On the mirror of the truth
Now that you're gone I realize
Without you
Life's like a song without music
Without you
This world won't be the same
I need your love, every minute
I need your love, every day
I need your love, every minute
I need your love, come back and stay
Well I know that I was lost
In the nightmare of my life
Following the flash of fantasy
In a feeling that exploded
I'd left reality behind
Addicted to the power of a dream
Without you
Life's like that road that leads nowhere
Without you
The world won't feel the same
I need your love, every minute
I need your love, every day
I need your love, every minute
I need your love, come back and stayGREY COCK
Johnny he promised to marry me
I fear he's with some fair one and gone
There's something that ails him and I don't know what it is
But I'm weary of lying alone
Johnny he came at the appointed hour
Knocked on her window so slow
This young girl arose and hurried on her clothes
And she bid her true love welcome home
She took him by the hand and she laid him down
Found he was as cold as the clay
She said, my dearest dear, if only I had my wish
This long night would never turn to day
Where is your soft bed of down, my dear?
Where are your white holland sheets?
And where is the fair girl who watches over you
As you lie every night in your sleep?
The sea is my soft bed of down, he said
Sand be my white holland sheet
The little hungry fishes they do feed off me
As I lie every night in the deep
Then oh my little cock, my handsome little cock,
Don't crow till tis long after day
Your cage will be of the purest beaten gold
And your door of the sweet ivory
But him a being young, he crowed so very soon
Crowed three long hours before day
This young man arose and he hurried on his clothes
Farewell love, for I must go away
When will you come back again, my love
When will you come back again?
When little fishes fly and the seas they do run dry
And the hard rocks do melt in the sun
Child #248
recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood and Roses
see also NITEVIST WILIGHOS AREUSLEP
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