(Written By Warnes, Cohen, Recorded By Warnes). . There was a child named Bernadette. I heard the story long ago. She saw the Queen of Heaven once. And kept the vision in her soul.
Come over to the window, my little darling. I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy. Before I let you take me home.
Oh, the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.). . Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,. his ships they're all on fire.. The moneylender's lovely little daughter.
It seems so long ago,. Nancy was alone,. looking ate the Late Late show. through a semi-precious stone.. In the House of Honesty. her father was on trial,.
(A Cohen Poem Set To Music). . Queen Victoria,. My father and all his tobacco loved you,. I love you too in all your forms,. the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer,.
And who will write love songs for you. when I am lord at last. and your body is some little highway shrine. that all my priests have passed,. that all my priests have passed?.
The walls of this hotel are paper-thin. Last night I heard you making love to him. The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb. The grunt of unity when he came in.
All summer long she touched me. She gathered in my soul. From many a thorn, from many thickets. Her fingers, like a weaver's. Quick and cool. . And the light came from her body.
I lit a thin green candle. To make you jealous of me,. But the room just filled up with mosquitoes. They heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night.
Oh but it's been such a long, long time.. Thought I'd got you off my mind.. Looks like I can't, just the thought of you. turns my whole world a misty blue..
I've been listening. to all the dissention.. I've been listening. to all the pain.. And I feel that no matter. what I do for you,. it's going to come back again..
Frankie Lane, he was singing Jezebel. I pinned an Iron Cross to my lapel. I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl. I said, Look, you don't know me now but very soon you will.
I believe that you heard your master sing. when I was sick in bed.. I suppose that he told you everything. that I keep locked away in my head.. Your master took you travelling,.
I asked my father,. I said, "Father change my name.". The one I'm using now it's covered up. with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.. . Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,.
She stands before you naked. you can see it, you can taste it,. and she comes to you light as the breeze.. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it,. it don't matter how you worship.
She stands before you naked. You can see it, you can taste it. But she comes to you light as the breeze. You can drink or you can nurse it. It don't matter how you worship.
Alas, my love, you did me wrong,. to cast me out discourteously,. for I have loved you so long,. delighting in your very company.. Now if you intend to show me disdain,.
The rain falls down on last year's man. That's a Jew's harp on the table that's a crayon in his hand. And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled.
I came by myself to a very crowded place;. I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.. I found her there but she was past all concern;. I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me,".