Kishore Kumar Hits

The Dread Crew of Oddwood - Seafarer's Medley: Rights of Man/the Rime of the Ancient Mariner/Ships Are Sailing/Cooley's/Black Pat's şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: The Dread Crew of Oddwood

albüm: Heavy Mahogany


I pass, like night, from land to land
I have strange power of speech;
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.
'God save thee, ancient Mariner,
From fiends that plague thee thus! -
Why look'st thou so?' -"With my crossbow
I shot the Albatross."
♪
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt blue, and green, and white.
♪
"Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, the Wedding-Feast!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all."

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