My lord
My lord! Before your priest I find myself, sweet song, moving my soul in its embrace, so long, old single days fare you well as I've got a date who will not be late
I think he must have lost some weight I need a coin
how sweet the sound of his deep voice
I think he's here to lead the way I feel so light
let's start my dance my darling, swing with style
My lord! Even old aunty here today black dress, darkest of snades and she looks great, sweet scent, lilies and iris, it's my day as I've got a date who will not be late
My Lord! Cilad that my make-up doesn't fade, he comes riding the ferry cross the lake. Care on, I will be walking to my fate as I've got a date who will not be late
I think he must have lost some weight. I need a coin.
how sweet the sound of his deep voice.
I think he's here to lead the way I see the light
let's start my dance macabre, swing your scythe