a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

robert john godfrey - isault كلمات الأغنية

walking through a clover down
with tears of an abbey rose
swelling in your eyes
yet it came to me as no surprise

yes i know what it’s like to hear my lady cry
yes i know what it’s like to hear the whyfor
and your words cut me like a knife
you don’t want me, you don’t need me
you no longer try to please me
and so it goes on through my life

evening rain comes from the east
to lace the castle walls
while log fires through a flame lit light
in tapestry draped halls
a white horse draped with courtly herald
stands in a dewy field

the joust at dawn, the mist of morn
the sunlit glinting shield
the battle tilt with sword and hilt
the horizontal yield
the crash collide, the swift divide
the blood red rent is smote
and the victor to his lady rides
but finds with all regret
her lying with a dagger
and in her heart it’s set
the irony is slowly dawned
behind the tragic face
the loser’s body in the field
was the lady’s love and grace

- robert john godfrey

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة