(verlaine)
o rose of my heart, can't you see
i don't belong to misery
though she speaks fine with subtle art
such misery clothes the rose of my heart.
now what i see in the long twilight
a star falls down on a hill so white
on a hill so white.
a face that glows in a golden hue
no-one in this world knows what they do
i take my oath and i make my vow
for the tender things are upon me now.
in the fragrance sweet of the evening air
i could leave this world quite without a care.
o rose of my heart, the vision dims
the time is brief, now the shadow swims,
a powerful a real fine hat
cause that's for you and that's where that's at.
now what i see in the long twilight
a star falls down on a hill so white.
o rose of my heart
o rose of my heart
o rose of my heart. |