PJ Harvey

PJ Harvey - The Wind songtekst

Je score:
High up on the hills
A place for making noises
Noises like the Whales
Here she built a chapel with
Her image on the wall
A place where she could rest and
A place where she could wash
and listen to the wind blow
She dreamt of children's voices
And torture on the wheel
Patron-Saint of nothing
A woman of the hills
She once was a lady
Of pleasure, and high-born
A lady of the city
But now she sits and moans
and listens to the wind blow
I see her in her chapel
High up on a hill
She must be so lonely
Oh Mother, can't we give
A husband to our Catherine?
A handsome one, a dear
A rich one for the lady
Someone to listen with
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Auteur: Jerry Goldsmith, PJ Harvey

Componist: ?

Publisher: Island Records Ltd.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Is This Desire? (1998)

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