that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "Come my way, come my way." The brook
Tradução: Marianne Faithfull. En mi camino [version 1].
thyme that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "come my way, come my way."
a drink for you my dear Mary ann. The lobster boiling in the pot, The bluefish on the hook; The pain they bear is nothing like The ache I bear for you my
I lie in my hospital bed, Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again. Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that my pain