She walked so far she almost
fell off
she once fell down and she
once had a cough
talked to a guy with a big
radio
and a man on the corner playing
dominoes
no one down there had fancy
clothes
it was a sad and lonely time
Build me a house by the waterside
take me to Jordan in the summertime
I won't feel lost in your
arms
I will be ever by your side
Fate, the fickle bastard said
you won't go alone every night
to bed
he sent her a lover for a
pile of tears
she told him all her deepest
darkest fears
Now all the flags in this part
of town were black
people sewed them into shirts
and old felt hats
the girl and her lover bought
a sailing ship
took off their clothes and
tied them to the mast
sailed away and they never
came back
Build me a house by the waterside
take me to Jordan in the summertime
I won't feel lost in your
arms
Ithe people wondered by and
by
about the girl who'd been
struck
by the evil eye
For she felt no shame she lived
as she pleased
because love is a strange
and sweet disease
Build me a house by the waterside
take me to Jordan in the summertime
I won't feel lost in your
arms
I will be ever by your side
Marco Giunco |
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