Song | Hesperus Garden |
Artist | Pepe Deluxe |
Album | Queen of the Wave |
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Lend me a little while, | |
a little while the key | |
rarer than books | |
and pearls and beads | |
bright to see. | |
It locks your heavy portal, | |
and then I'll give you back | |
this little Key of Dreams | |
straight out of my pack. | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
Give me the key | |
that locks your tired eyes, | |
brighter than painted books that | |
make men wise, | |
and I will lent you this one, | |
one from my pack. | |
Take it (take it), take it (take it)– | |
no, give it back! | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
Sometimes, | |
oh, sometimes | |
I know the way. | |
You walk, | |
you walk up over the bay; | |
it is the wind | |
from that distant dusty sea | |
that blows the fragnance | |
of your hair to me. | |
Or in the garden | |
when the breeze, | |
when the breeze | |
it touches my trees | |
to stir their shadows | |
on the red grass, | |
I see you pass, | |
you always just pass. | |
You always just pass. | |
What if we stopped | |
and let ourselves go by? | |
There by the wayside, | |
forgotten you and I. | |
What if my ghost | |
caught and captured yours, | |
would you still hide | |
behind the bolted doors? | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
That's right. | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. |
Lend me a little while, | |
a little while the key | |
rarer than books | |
and pearls and beads | |
bright to see. | |
It locks your heavy portal, | |
and then I' ll give you back | |
this little Key of Dreams | |
straight out of my pack. | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
Give me the key | |
that locks your tired eyes, | |
brighter than painted books that | |
make men wise, | |
and I will lent you this one, | |
one from my pack. | |
Take it take it, take it take it | |
no, give it back! | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
Sometimes, | |
oh, sometimes | |
I know the way. | |
You walk, | |
you walk up over the bay | |
it is the wind | |
from that distant dusty sea | |
that blows the fragnance | |
of your hair to me. | |
Or in the garden | |
when the breeze, | |
when the breeze | |
it touches my trees | |
to stir their shadows | |
on the red grass, | |
I see you pass, | |
you always just pass. | |
You always just pass. | |
What if we stopped | |
and let ourselves go by? | |
There by the wayside, | |
forgotten you and I. | |
What if my ghost | |
caught and captured yours, | |
would you still hide | |
behind the bolted doors? | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
That' s right. | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. |
Lend me a little while, | |
a little while the key | |
rarer than books | |
and pearls and beads | |
bright to see. | |
It locks your heavy portal, | |
and then I' ll give you back | |
this little Key of Dreams | |
straight out of my pack. | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
Give me the key | |
that locks your tired eyes, | |
brighter than painted books that | |
make men wise, | |
and I will lent you this one, | |
one from my pack. | |
Take it take it, take it take it | |
no, give it back! | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
Sometimes, | |
oh, sometimes | |
I know the way. | |
You walk, | |
you walk up over the bay | |
it is the wind | |
from that distant dusty sea | |
that blows the fragnance | |
of your hair to me. | |
Or in the garden | |
when the breeze, | |
when the breeze | |
it touches my trees | |
to stir their shadows | |
on the red grass, | |
I see you pass, | |
you always just pass. | |
You always just pass. | |
What if we stopped | |
and let ourselves go by? | |
There by the wayside, | |
forgotten you and I. | |
What if my ghost | |
caught and captured yours, | |
would you still hide | |
behind the bolted doors? | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. | |
That' s right. | |
Oh well, well, well, | |
oh my, oh my. | |
Your fate is fixed, | |
yet my mind is mixed up | |
for good. |