Songs Of Love
Reprise par Kate Dimbleby (3:07)
[sur Kate Dimbleby and Friends: Love Comes Again]
Pale,
Pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops.
Their prey
Gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks.
But while
They search for a mate
My type hibernate
In bedrooms above,
Composing their songs
Of love.
Young,
Uniformed minds
In uniformed lines
And uniform ties
Run round
Trousers on fire
Signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While I
Try to find words
As light as the birds
That circle above
To put in my songs
Of love.
Fate doesn’t hang on a wrong or right choice. Fate doesn’t hang on a wrong or right choice.
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice. Fortune depends on the tone of your voice.
So sing
While you have time,
Let the sun shine
Down from above
And fill you with songs
Of love.
Fate doesn’t hang on a wrong or right choice. Fate doesn’t hang on a wrong or right choice.
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice. Fortune depends on the tone of your voice.
So sing
While we still can,
While the sun hangs
High up above
Wonderful songs Wonderful songs
Of love, Of love
Beautiful songs of love. Beautiful songs of love.