On the first day of May I took to the road I'd been staring out the window most of the morning I'd watched the rain claw at the glass And a vicious wind blew hard and fast I should have taken it as a warning As a warning A warning As a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano crouched in the corner of my room With all it's teeth bared All it's teeth bared All it's teeth bared All it's teeth bared Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah I left my house without my coat Something my nurse would not have allowed And I took the small roads out of town And I passed a cow and the cow was brown And my pajamas clung to me like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud There rose before me a little house With all hope and dreams kept within A woman's voice close to my ear Said, "Why don't you come in here?" "You looked soaked to the skin" Soaked to the skin You look soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah I turned to the woman and the woman was young I extended a hearty salutation But I knew if my nurse had been here She would never in a thousand years Permit me to accept that invitation Invitation That invitation That invitation Now, you might think it wise to risk it all Throw caution to the reckless wind But with her hot cocoa and her medication My nurse had been my one salvation So I turned back home I turned back home I turned back home Singing my song Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah (The tears are welling in my eyes again) Hallelujah (I need twenty big buckets to catch them in) Hallelujah (Twenty pretty girls to carry them down) Hallelujah (And twenty deep holes to bury them in) Hallelujah (The tears are welling in my eyes again) Hallelujah (I need twenty big buckets to catch them in) Hallelujah (Twenty pretty girls to carry them down) Hallelujah (And twenty deep holes to bury them in) (Hallelujah) The tears are welling in my eyes again (Hallelujah) I need twenty big buckets to catch them in Twenty pretty girls to carry them down Twenty deep holes to bury them in The tears are welling in my eyes again I need twenty big buckets to catch them in Twenty pretty girls to carry them down And twenty deep holes to bury them in © MUTE SONG; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com