Percy Shaw. Truly I Say To You.... The Melancholy Lives Of Cemetery Grounds Keepers. Zeneszám

You wanted new words
to take a small part of me

You left me wandering listening to willows
whispering in hushed breezes blowing kisses
(I'm still waiting for you)
The words I gave you will never be spoken again
(against the stage door)


(Thanks to Lionel for these lyrics)