Song Of The Old Rake
Pretty child come here to me Listen to my story
Won t you sit down on my knee
Your eyes are like your mother s And your mother s mother s
Deeper than the deep blue sea
All them girls I used to love
By the fire all alone I sit dreaming of
All them girls I used to hold
I made their love turn cold
These old bones are aching
These old hands are shaking
Lord I can t see the page
Sing me the song I taught you
Fetch my wine and water
Never thought I d reach this stage
All them girls I used to know
Like a fool acting smart I let them go
All them girls a long time gone
I lost them one by one
All them girls with their creamy skin
What I d give just to have one in my arms again
Oh my girl when you start to play
Don t give your heart away
All them girls I used to kiss
I don t know how my days all came down to this
All them girls I used to hold
I made their love turn cold
Oh my girl when you start to play
Don t give your heart away
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