a labyrinth, walled in by ruins and rocks ivy-clad, perhaps this strange place had once been a palace, where now viole(n)t bushes bear dark thorns instead. A
Something strong was pulling at my head Pulling at my heart Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places Wild flower, so lonely ?neath that lovely rose bush
I'll witness your hair grow] On a summer day, There's a village way, And the leaves are golden, And the trees are colder, And crouch into a bush like a
alms for a miserable woman, on a miserable chilly mornin'! Thank ya, sir, thank ya... How would ya like a little muff, dear a little jig-jig, a little