Martha Tilston piosenki

Before the morning let us bathe upon the yellow. I love to sleep with the ringing of the cello, In my ears, nothing but your warm breath, I always sleep on the left. (And) I still get a chill Still get a spill Filling up my belly when I think of you. (...

Mary won the love of the young prince. He limousine'd round to hers, And stood in the garden of her London semi, Sighing with the evening birds. 'Oh marry me, Mary! My heart is joined with thee.' 'Well, I would, if I could, my prince.' she said 'But o...