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Artiste:
Cocorosie
Titre:
Lucky Clover
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There was a summer breeze All things a blurry dream In the shade of the tree There’s no more lucky clover It’s the last September ever If you fall in love with me So who’s your mama now? Now that it’s all over ‘Cause you’ve got to set me free Oh, you’ve got to set me free [x2] Shadow in a thicket A dog sounding yonder Barks a bother Windy Christian music tickling a-lofty Hear the seashells chatter The black berriless makes a mutter We’re all searching for our mother Broken hearted brother Bloody nose, toes, horse hoof and thunder I’m standing in the open I’m wondering where I am now A solitary soldier saluting heavenwards and nothing The tiny song of bramble You know her amble movements She’s been here now forever Mother nature clever So who’s your daddy now? Now that it’s all over There’s no more lucky clover It’s the last September ever There’s no more lucky clover It’s the last September ever So who’s your daddy now? There was a summer breeze All things a blurry dream In the shade beyond the tree There’s no more lucky clover It’s the last September ever If you fall in love with me So who’s your mama now? Now that it’s all over ‘Cause you’ve got to set me free Oh, you’ve got to set me free [x2] What happened to the old tire swing? Swung too many swungses Oh burned-out foxhole of childhood longing Yearning for the summer School will soon be over There ain’t nothing to kiss but a bull frog and a horse hoof Pile of dung Cracked out and bee stung Rainwater flow through the money tracks Tractor tracks tire tracks I hear footsteps the ghosts of cats Might be that old tom who got murdered by the nurse Who rides that old motorcrycle? Maybe someone young and virile I want a cup of tea so bad it’s making my wood… Get hold of yourself, Grandpa! Do you want to take me beachcombing, world roaming? Do you want to be my partner? There was a summer breeze All things a blurry dream In the shade of the tree There’s no more lucky clover It’s the last September ever If you fall in love with me So who’s your mama now? Now that it’s all over ‘Cause you’ve got to set me free Oh, you’ve got to set me free [x2] Oh, you’ve got to set me free, set me free Oh you’ve got to, you’ve to, set me free, set me free (Thanks to LM for these lyrics)