Song on a Gypsy Air Songtext

von ErsatzMusika

Woe filled times must abide
& woe betide him who knows not this
Of paper's said that it forgives
Let us the compile a list
Of the wrongs that man commits
Never shying ignominy
Clipped the wings, docked the tail
Little boy, Nagasaki

Souls are sold, hands are washed
Double-bound the mind is made
Above the grave once strait were writ
Three words, to wit, behold the grave
Wallets carry photographs
Wives and daughters, husbands, sons
That tenderness needs more contrast
With tender it's negation

Wood it rots, metal rusts
The days of man are but as grass
And though it were ever thus
The needle's eye remains unpassed

Unce upon a mirthless time
A man he walked among us
Said no more than all men knew
Ao of this truth was made his cross

What's done is said and written 'pon
This page once white, now blighted
Consign it then onto the flame
Pray that they unwrite it