| Song | Hesperus Garden |
| Artist | Pepe Deluxe |
| Album | Queen of the Wave |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lend me a little while, | |
| a little while the key | |
| rarer than books | |
| and pearls and beads | |
| bright to see. | |
| It locks your heavy portal, | |
| and then I'll give you back | |
| this little Key of Dreams | |
| straight out of my pack. | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| Give me the key | |
| that locks your tired eyes, | |
| brighter than painted books that | |
| make men wise, | |
| and I will lent you this one, | |
| one from my pack. | |
| Take it (take it), take it (take it)– | |
| no, give it back! | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| Sometimes, | |
| oh, sometimes | |
| I know the way. | |
| You walk, | |
| you walk up over the bay; | |
| it is the wind | |
| from that distant dusty sea | |
| that blows the fragnance | |
| of your hair to me. | |
| Or in the garden | |
| when the breeze, | |
| when the breeze | |
| it touches my trees | |
| to stir their shadows | |
| on the red grass, | |
| I see you pass, | |
| you always just pass. | |
| You always just pass. | |
| What if we stopped | |
| and let ourselves go by? | |
| There by the wayside, | |
| forgotten you and I. | |
| What if my ghost | |
| caught and captured yours, | |
| would you still hide | |
| behind the bolted doors? | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| That's right. | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. |
| Lend me a little while, | |
| a little while the key | |
| rarer than books | |
| and pearls and beads | |
| bright to see. | |
| It locks your heavy portal, | |
| and then I' ll give you back | |
| this little Key of Dreams | |
| straight out of my pack. | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| Give me the key | |
| that locks your tired eyes, | |
| brighter than painted books that | |
| make men wise, | |
| and I will lent you this one, | |
| one from my pack. | |
| Take it take it, take it take it | |
| no, give it back! | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| Sometimes, | |
| oh, sometimes | |
| I know the way. | |
| You walk, | |
| you walk up over the bay | |
| it is the wind | |
| from that distant dusty sea | |
| that blows the fragnance | |
| of your hair to me. | |
| Or in the garden | |
| when the breeze, | |
| when the breeze | |
| it touches my trees | |
| to stir their shadows | |
| on the red grass, | |
| I see you pass, | |
| you always just pass. | |
| You always just pass. | |
| What if we stopped | |
| and let ourselves go by? | |
| There by the wayside, | |
| forgotten you and I. | |
| What if my ghost | |
| caught and captured yours, | |
| would you still hide | |
| behind the bolted doors? | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| That' s right. | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. |
| Lend me a little while, | |
| a little while the key | |
| rarer than books | |
| and pearls and beads | |
| bright to see. | |
| It locks your heavy portal, | |
| and then I' ll give you back | |
| this little Key of Dreams | |
| straight out of my pack. | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| Give me the key | |
| that locks your tired eyes, | |
| brighter than painted books that | |
| make men wise, | |
| and I will lent you this one, | |
| one from my pack. | |
| Take it take it, take it take it | |
| no, give it back! | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| Sometimes, | |
| oh, sometimes | |
| I know the way. | |
| You walk, | |
| you walk up over the bay | |
| it is the wind | |
| from that distant dusty sea | |
| that blows the fragnance | |
| of your hair to me. | |
| Or in the garden | |
| when the breeze, | |
| when the breeze | |
| it touches my trees | |
| to stir their shadows | |
| on the red grass, | |
| I see you pass, | |
| you always just pass. | |
| You always just pass. | |
| What if we stopped | |
| and let ourselves go by? | |
| There by the wayside, | |
| forgotten you and I. | |
| What if my ghost | |
| caught and captured yours, | |
| would you still hide | |
| behind the bolted doors? | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. | |
| That' s right. | |
| Oh well, well, well, | |
| oh my, oh my. | |
| Your fate is fixed, | |
| yet my mind is mixed up | |
| for good. |