Song | Roses and Rue By Oscar Wilde. Edvard Hagerup Grieg-Peer Gynt Orchestral Suite No 1 Op 46, Aase’s Death |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Words For You - The Next Chapter |
[00:00.64] | Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, |
[00:02.58] | Were it worth the pleasure, |
[00:04.59] | We never could learn love's song, |
[00:06.21] | We are parted too long. |
[00:09.14] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
[00:11.00] | Call back its dead, |
[00:12.46] | Could we live it all over again, |
[00:14.17] | Were it worth the pain! |
[00:16.67] | I remember we used to meet |
[00:18.19] | By an ivied seat, |
[00:19.83] | And you warbled each pretty word |
[00:21.69] | With the air of a bird; |
[00:23.65] | And your voice had a quaver in it, |
[00:25.68] | Just like a linnet, |
[00:26.96] | And shook, as the blackbird's throat |
[00:29.12] | With its last big note; |
[00:31.16] | And your eyes, they were green and grey |
[00:33.80] | Like an April day, |
[00:35.26] | But lit into amethyst |
[00:36.82] | When I stooped and kissed; |
[00:39.01] | And your mouth, it would never smile |
[00:40.81] | For a long, long while, |
[00:42.66] | Then it rippled all over with laughter |
[00:44.61] | Five minutes after. |
[00:47.08] | You were always afraid of a shower, |
[00:48.96] | Just like a flower: |
[00:50.39] | I remember you started and ran |
[00:52.08] | When the rain began. |
[00:53.73] | I remember I never could catch you, |
[00:55.39] | For no one could match you, |
[00:56.84] | You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, |
[00:59.24] | Little wings to your feet. |
[01:01.68] | I remember your hair - did I tie it? |
[01:04.75] | For it always ran riot |
[01:06.17] | Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: |
[01:08.35] | These things are old. |
[01:11.61] | I remember so well the room, |
[01:13.68] | And the lilac bloom |
[01:15.15] | That beat at the dripping pane |
[01:16.71] | In the warm June rain; |
[01:19.24] | And the colour of your gown, |
[01:20.62] | It was amber-brown, |
[01:21.72] | And two yellow satin bows |
[01:23.59] | From your shoulders rose. |
[01:25.99] | And the handkerchief of French lace |
[01:28.74] | Which you held to your face |
[01:31.36] | Had a small tear left a stain? |
[01:34.45] | Or was it the rain? |
[01:37.22] | On your hand as it waved adieu |
[01:38.97] | There were veins of blue; |
[01:41.31] | In your voice as it said good-bye |
[01:43.05] | Was a petulant cry, |
[01:44.92] | 'You have only wasted your life.' |
[01:47.43] | (Ah, that was the knife!) |
[01:50.96] | When I rushed through the garden gate |
[01:52.78] | It was all too late. |
[01:56.15] | Could we live it over again, |
[01:58.39] | Were it worth the pain, |
[02:00.35] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
[02:02.30] | Call back its dead! |
[02:05.20] | Well, if my heart must break, |
[02:06.65] | Dear love, for your sake, |
[02:08.14] | It will break in music, I know, |
[02:10.31] | Poets' hearts break so. |
[02:13.31] | But strange that I was not told |
[02:15.36] | That the brain can hold |
[02:17.55] | In a tiny ivory cell |
[02:19.86] | God's heaven and hell. |
[02:22.32] | |
[02:24.83] |
[00:00.64] | Could we dig up this long buried treasure, |
[00:02.58] | Were it worth the pleasure, |
[00:04.59] | We never could learn love' s song, |
[00:06.21] | We are parted too long |
[00:09.14] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
[00:11.00] | Call back its dead, |
[00:12.46] | Could we live it all over again, |
[00:14.17] | Were it worth the pain! |
[00:16.67] | I remember we used to meet |
[00:18.19] | By an ivied seat, |
[00:19.83] | And you warbled each pretty word |
[00:21.69] | With the air of a bird |
[00:23.65] | And your voice had a quaver in it, |
[00:25.68] | Just like a linnet, |
[00:26.96] | And shook, as the blackbird' s throat |
[00:29.12] | With its last big note |
[00:31.16] | And your eyes, they were green and grey |
[00:33.80] | Like an April day, |
[00:35.26] | But lit into amethyst |
[00:36.82] | When I stooped and kissed |
[00:39.01] | And your mouth, it would never smile |
[00:40.81] | For a long, long while, |
[00:42.66] | Then it rippled all over with laughter |
[00:44.61] | Five minutes after |
[00:47.08] | You were always afraid of a shower, |
[00:48.96] | Just like a flower: |
[00:50.39] | I remember you started and ran |
[00:52.08] | When the rain began |
[00:53.73] | I remember I never could catch you, |
[00:55.39] | For no one could match you, |
[00:56.84] | You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, |
[00:59.24] | Little wings to your feet |
[01:01.68] | I remember your hair did I tie it? |
[01:04.75] | For it always ran riot |
[01:06.17] | Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: |
[01:08.35] | These things are old |
[01:11.61] | I remember so well the room, |
[01:13.68] | And the lilac bloom |
[01:15.15] | That beat at the dripping pane |
[01:16.71] | In the warm June rain |
[01:19.24] | And the colour of your gown, |
[01:20.62] | It was amber brown, |
[01:21.72] | And two yellow satin bows |
[01:23.59] | From your shoulders rose |
[01:25.99] | And the handkerchief of French lace |
[01:28.74] | Which you held to your face |
[01:31.36] | Had a small tear left a stain? |
[01:34.45] | Or was it the rain? |
[01:37.22] | On your hand as it waved adieu |
[01:38.97] | There were veins of blue |
[01:41.31] | In your voice as it said good bye |
[01:43.05] | Was a petulant cry, |
[01:44.92] | ' You have only wasted your life' |
[01:47.43] | Ah, that was the knife! |
[01:50.96] | When I rushed through the garden gate |
[01:52.78] | It was all too late |
[01:56.15] | Could we live it over again, |
[01:58.39] | Were it worth the pain, |
[02:00.35] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
[02:02.30] | Call back its dead! |
[02:05.20] | Well, if my heart must break, |
[02:06.65] | Dear love, for your sake, |
[02:08.14] | It will break in music, I know, |
[02:10.31] | Poets' hearts break so |
[02:13.31] | But strange that I was not told |
[02:15.36] | That the brain can hold |
[02:17.55] | In a tiny ivory cell |
[02:19.86] | God' s heaven and hell |
[02:22.32] | |
[02:24.83] |