Contactez-nous

• Artiste: The Mariner's Children
• Titre: Golden Pine
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
I held the nail in place, she hammered it down Into the golden pine whose roots grew from this ground These windows’d look no more upon this little town We took away those eyes that day Covered them in golden brown Board out the light, she said, no ray of it I’ll see I won’t let the sun rise again now my man has left me Board out that mocking grin that grows the trees so green While my lover lies six feet below, worms picking his bones clean Oh devil lock the doors I won’t be needing them no more Throw away the key My own true love has left me She said, this cottage’ll be my grave my casket and my room Hoist a cross aloft the rooftop let the world know I am doomed I’ll share my lover's fate if I can’t share his tomb My god won’t abide no suicide so I’ll wait here in this gloom Oh devil lock the doors I won’t be needing them no more Throw away the key My own true love has left me