Songs of Woe के बोल

Like a river flowin' through a stormbeat, weathered heart I can taste the sweetness of your hold - now it's gone Pretty dancer swinging like a rose painted gold Painting over the colours of my woe Hanging on a lonely rope, hanging on a lonely rope Swinging from a lonely cable, all alone I've been singing all my songs of woe so long That I've got wrong Like a thistle growing through a cornfield's gentle heart Like a faded seedling now blown over - dead an gone Pretty dancer swinging like a rose painted gold Painting over the colours of my woe Hanging on a lonely rope, hanging on a lonely rope Swinging from a lonely cable, all alone I've been singing all my songs of woe so long That I've got wrong