Weary With Toil Lyrics
| Song | Weary With Toil |
| Artist | Buckshot LeFonque |
| Album | Music Evolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Marsalis, Marsalis | |
| 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose | |
| Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find | |
| My mind at journey's end resumes command | |
| To cast unshadowed doubt (one might suppose) | |
| Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts unkown | |
| Varied states of enduring discontent | |
| Lead my mind and soul to mortal clatter | |
| Lo thus, my heart ascends the royal throne | |
| And like the thief woh borrows not, but takes | |
| The lover who invokes a jealous rage | |
| With vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in tone | |
| Creates a trembling air, which ultimately quakes | |
| Forgive me not for harboring roguish ways | |
| Not for crude language from a brutal tongue | |
| 'tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| So guilty am I, myself, love shan't acquit |
| zuo qu : Marsalis, Marsalis | |
| ' Tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| ' Tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose | |
| Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find | |
| My mind at journey' s end resumes command | |
| To cast unshadowed doubt one might suppose | |
| Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts unkown | |
| Varied states of enduring discontent | |
| Lead my mind and soul to mortal clatter | |
| Lo thus, my heart ascends the royal throne | |
| And like the thief woh borrows not, but takes | |
| The lover who invokes a jealous rage | |
| With vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in tone | |
| Creates a trembling air, which ultimately quakes | |
| Forgive me not for harboring roguish ways | |
| Not for crude language from a brutal tongue | |
| ' tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| So guilty am I, myself, love shan' t acquit |
| zuò qǔ : Marsalis, Marsalis | |
| ' Tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| ' Tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose | |
| Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find | |
| My mind at journey' s end resumes command | |
| To cast unshadowed doubt one might suppose | |
| Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts unkown | |
| Varied states of enduring discontent | |
| Lead my mind and soul to mortal clatter | |
| Lo thus, my heart ascends the royal throne | |
| And like the thief woh borrows not, but takes | |
| The lover who invokes a jealous rage | |
| With vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in tone | |
| Creates a trembling air, which ultimately quakes | |
| Forgive me not for harboring roguish ways | |
| Not for crude language from a brutal tongue | |
| ' tis love which makes the elephant forget | |
| So guilty am I, myself, love shan' t acquit |
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