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Incrave - Текст песни Darling Belle
Papa would take me to the park to see the swans
 By hansom cab trotting so high
 Holding his hand to see the swans
 Hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling by
 See swan ships come sailing in
 White as the clouds on a windy day
 James I suppose would be in school
 James I suppose would be in school
 I was I was learning to spell
 Laughing at loud smells
 Avoiding the rod of the codfaced master
 Was it your absence made me quiet at noon
 Playing british bulldogs on the gravel
 Was it your presence coloured my dream
 I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all saturday
 Under old chairs and old ladies knees
 I framed your half remembered face
 With frail white embroideries
 Calling for you down the mousey garden
 Calling for you down the mousey garden
 O did you meet him at the ball
 Eighteen years on
 Tall soldier now and you full grown
 Belle did you meet him at the ball
 O do you remember me
 Thin girl with cold hands
 You in your scarlet and you knew my name
 Step to the veranda under the wisteria
 In the mysterious novemberIncrave - Darling Belle - http://ru.motolyrics.com/incrave/darling-belle-lyrics.html
 Dancing as if with death or fate
 To the moon black ballroom
 Of the silk skinned lake
 Kissing me you lifted my skirt
 Under the willow trees
 Keep the home fires burning
 Though your heart is yearning
 Though the boys are far away
 They dream of home
 There's a silver lining
 In the dark clouds shining
 Turn that lining inside out
 Till the boys come home
 O did I see you march to the train
 Did I cry was my nose red
 My two day bride can you feel me in your memory
 I will be the redness in your iron fire
 How could i write
 My words would seem sad or gay
 We regret to inform you
 We regret to inform you
 Meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
 On waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
 Hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
 When we are dead
 When we are dead
 Now she sits in her brother's window's house
 Skin like a lizard aura like a daffodil
 Migrant guest from relative to inlaw
 She stares into the embers and remembers
















