Lletres:
Nadler Marissa Ballads Of Living And Dying

And I say to the day Why'd you drop down to die With fifty five falls And seventy skies? And I say to the day Why this ballad of brine? With Mayflower

One am I to fill these rooms And wake each morn to the drone of doom Shannadee ah dee a dee Seven winters past and gone I once was young and I once was

past me again Yes, I drank the table under And I drank your bitter wine Yes, I drank the table under And I drank your bitter wine Oh, the bells are ringing And

there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabelle Lee And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me I was a child and

knew you in the time She was young And yearned to die But the roses never came She was just some winters dame And in her bed she lay As she dreamt oof a dying