The dancer and the dancing are taken leave and fell,
So turn down,this bed of stone,
Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong,
*
The long December rain is falling now,
Running down on streets to nowhere,
Music is my life,you're my sweetest nightingale,
But I can't hear it here no more
And I go,
I go..
Hush now,don't shake or break,
Words have fallen silent night soldiers to the graves,
No matter what they do or say,
Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face..
*repeat chorus
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