Wednesday, April 06, 2005

almo-fadas e amor-tecer

kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nnightly, beside the green, green grass
swing, swing, swing the spinning step
you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

kiss me beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon’s sparkling, so kiss me

kiss me down by the broken tree house
swing me upon its hanging tire
bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
we’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map

kiss me beneath the milky twilight
lead me out on the moonlit floor
lift your open hand
strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
silver moon’s sparkling, so kiss me
kiss me - sixpence none the ritcher


sim, as palavras continuam dizendo pouco, muito pouco.

3 Comments:

At April 06, 2005 , Anonymous Anonymous said...

;***************

 
At April 06, 2005 , Blogger A.L. said...

E, como sempre, músicas lindas aqui! =D
Beijo

 
At April 07, 2005 , Blogger Georgia said...

E essas musicas hein? Cheias de significado...

 

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