| Song | Roses and Rue By Oscar Wilde. Edvard Hagerup Grieg-Peer Gynt Orchestral Suite No 1 Op 46, Aase’s Death |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Words For You - The Next Chapter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.64] | Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, |
| [00:02.58] | Were it worth the pleasure, |
| [00:04.59] | We never could learn love's song, |
| [00:06.21] | We are parted too long. |
| [00:09.14] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
| [00:11.00] | Call back its dead, |
| [00:12.46] | Could we live it all over again, |
| [00:14.17] | Were it worth the pain! |
| [00:16.67] | I remember we used to meet |
| [00:18.19] | By an ivied seat, |
| [00:19.83] | And you warbled each pretty word |
| [00:21.69] | With the air of a bird; |
| [00:23.65] | And your voice had a quaver in it, |
| [00:25.68] | Just like a linnet, |
| [00:26.96] | And shook, as the blackbird's throat |
| [00:29.12] | With its last big note; |
| [00:31.16] | And your eyes, they were green and grey |
| [00:33.80] | Like an April day, |
| [00:35.26] | But lit into amethyst |
| [00:36.82] | When I stooped and kissed; |
| [00:39.01] | And your mouth, it would never smile |
| [00:40.81] | For a long, long while, |
| [00:42.66] | Then it rippled all over with laughter |
| [00:44.61] | Five minutes after. |
| [00:47.08] | You were always afraid of a shower, |
| [00:48.96] | Just like a flower: |
| [00:50.39] | I remember you started and ran |
| [00:52.08] | When the rain began. |
| [00:53.73] | I remember I never could catch you, |
| [00:55.39] | For no one could match you, |
| [00:56.84] | You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, |
| [00:59.24] | Little wings to your feet. |
| [01:01.68] | I remember your hair - did I tie it? |
| [01:04.75] | For it always ran riot |
| [01:06.17] | Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: |
| [01:08.35] | These things are old. |
| [01:11.61] | I remember so well the room, |
| [01:13.68] | And the lilac bloom |
| [01:15.15] | That beat at the dripping pane |
| [01:16.71] | In the warm June rain; |
| [01:19.24] | And the colour of your gown, |
| [01:20.62] | It was amber-brown, |
| [01:21.72] | And two yellow satin bows |
| [01:23.59] | From your shoulders rose. |
| [01:25.99] | And the handkerchief of French lace |
| [01:28.74] | Which you held to your face |
| [01:31.36] | Had a small tear left a stain? |
| [01:34.45] | Or was it the rain? |
| [01:37.22] | On your hand as it waved adieu |
| [01:38.97] | There were veins of blue; |
| [01:41.31] | In your voice as it said good-bye |
| [01:43.05] | Was a petulant cry, |
| [01:44.92] | 'You have only wasted your life.' |
| [01:47.43] | (Ah, that was the knife!) |
| [01:50.96] | When I rushed through the garden gate |
| [01:52.78] | It was all too late. |
| [01:56.15] | Could we live it over again, |
| [01:58.39] | Were it worth the pain, |
| [02:00.35] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
| [02:02.30] | Call back its dead! |
| [02:05.20] | Well, if my heart must break, |
| [02:06.65] | Dear love, for your sake, |
| [02:08.14] | It will break in music, I know, |
| [02:10.31] | Poets' hearts break so. |
| [02:13.31] | But strange that I was not told |
| [02:15.36] | That the brain can hold |
| [02:17.55] | In a tiny ivory cell |
| [02:19.86] | God's heaven and hell. |
| [02:22.32] | |
| [02:24.83] |
| [00:00.64] | Could we dig up this long buried treasure, |
| [00:02.58] | Were it worth the pleasure, |
| [00:04.59] | We never could learn love' s song, |
| [00:06.21] | We are parted too long |
| [00:09.14] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
| [00:11.00] | Call back its dead, |
| [00:12.46] | Could we live it all over again, |
| [00:14.17] | Were it worth the pain! |
| [00:16.67] | I remember we used to meet |
| [00:18.19] | By an ivied seat, |
| [00:19.83] | And you warbled each pretty word |
| [00:21.69] | With the air of a bird |
| [00:23.65] | And your voice had a quaver in it, |
| [00:25.68] | Just like a linnet, |
| [00:26.96] | And shook, as the blackbird' s throat |
| [00:29.12] | With its last big note |
| [00:31.16] | And your eyes, they were green and grey |
| [00:33.80] | Like an April day, |
| [00:35.26] | But lit into amethyst |
| [00:36.82] | When I stooped and kissed |
| [00:39.01] | And your mouth, it would never smile |
| [00:40.81] | For a long, long while, |
| [00:42.66] | Then it rippled all over with laughter |
| [00:44.61] | Five minutes after |
| [00:47.08] | You were always afraid of a shower, |
| [00:48.96] | Just like a flower: |
| [00:50.39] | I remember you started and ran |
| [00:52.08] | When the rain began |
| [00:53.73] | I remember I never could catch you, |
| [00:55.39] | For no one could match you, |
| [00:56.84] | You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, |
| [00:59.24] | Little wings to your feet |
| [01:01.68] | I remember your hair did I tie it? |
| [01:04.75] | For it always ran riot |
| [01:06.17] | Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: |
| [01:08.35] | These things are old |
| [01:11.61] | I remember so well the room, |
| [01:13.68] | And the lilac bloom |
| [01:15.15] | That beat at the dripping pane |
| [01:16.71] | In the warm June rain |
| [01:19.24] | And the colour of your gown, |
| [01:20.62] | It was amber brown, |
| [01:21.72] | And two yellow satin bows |
| [01:23.59] | From your shoulders rose |
| [01:25.99] | And the handkerchief of French lace |
| [01:28.74] | Which you held to your face |
| [01:31.36] | Had a small tear left a stain? |
| [01:34.45] | Or was it the rain? |
| [01:37.22] | On your hand as it waved adieu |
| [01:38.97] | There were veins of blue |
| [01:41.31] | In your voice as it said good bye |
| [01:43.05] | Was a petulant cry, |
| [01:44.92] | ' You have only wasted your life' |
| [01:47.43] | Ah, that was the knife! |
| [01:50.96] | When I rushed through the garden gate |
| [01:52.78] | It was all too late |
| [01:56.15] | Could we live it over again, |
| [01:58.39] | Were it worth the pain, |
| [02:00.35] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
| [02:02.30] | Call back its dead! |
| [02:05.20] | Well, if my heart must break, |
| [02:06.65] | Dear love, for your sake, |
| [02:08.14] | It will break in music, I know, |
| [02:10.31] | Poets' hearts break so |
| [02:13.31] | But strange that I was not told |
| [02:15.36] | That the brain can hold |
| [02:17.55] | In a tiny ivory cell |
| [02:19.86] | God' s heaven and hell |
| [02:22.32] | |
| [02:24.83] |
| [00:00.64] | Could we dig up this long buried treasure, |
| [00:02.58] | Were it worth the pleasure, |
| [00:04.59] | We never could learn love' s song, |
| [00:06.21] | We are parted too long |
| [00:09.14] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
| [00:11.00] | Call back its dead, |
| [00:12.46] | Could we live it all over again, |
| [00:14.17] | Were it worth the pain! |
| [00:16.67] | I remember we used to meet |
| [00:18.19] | By an ivied seat, |
| [00:19.83] | And you warbled each pretty word |
| [00:21.69] | With the air of a bird |
| [00:23.65] | And your voice had a quaver in it, |
| [00:25.68] | Just like a linnet, |
| [00:26.96] | And shook, as the blackbird' s throat |
| [00:29.12] | With its last big note |
| [00:31.16] | And your eyes, they were green and grey |
| [00:33.80] | Like an April day, |
| [00:35.26] | But lit into amethyst |
| [00:36.82] | When I stooped and kissed |
| [00:39.01] | And your mouth, it would never smile |
| [00:40.81] | For a long, long while, |
| [00:42.66] | Then it rippled all over with laughter |
| [00:44.61] | Five minutes after |
| [00:47.08] | You were always afraid of a shower, |
| [00:48.96] | Just like a flower: |
| [00:50.39] | I remember you started and ran |
| [00:52.08] | When the rain began |
| [00:53.73] | I remember I never could catch you, |
| [00:55.39] | For no one could match you, |
| [00:56.84] | You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, |
| [00:59.24] | Little wings to your feet |
| [01:01.68] | I remember your hair did I tie it? |
| [01:04.75] | For it always ran riot |
| [01:06.17] | Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: |
| [01:08.35] | These things are old |
| [01:11.61] | I remember so well the room, |
| [01:13.68] | And the lilac bloom |
| [01:15.15] | That beat at the dripping pane |
| [01:16.71] | In the warm June rain |
| [01:19.24] | And the colour of your gown, |
| [01:20.62] | It was amber brown, |
| [01:21.72] | And two yellow satin bows |
| [01:23.59] | From your shoulders rose |
| [01:25.99] | And the handkerchief of French lace |
| [01:28.74] | Which you held to your face |
| [01:31.36] | Had a small tear left a stain? |
| [01:34.45] | Or was it the rain? |
| [01:37.22] | On your hand as it waved adieu |
| [01:38.97] | There were veins of blue |
| [01:41.31] | In your voice as it said good bye |
| [01:43.05] | Was a petulant cry, |
| [01:44.92] | ' You have only wasted your life' |
| [01:47.43] | Ah, that was the knife! |
| [01:50.96] | When I rushed through the garden gate |
| [01:52.78] | It was all too late |
| [01:56.15] | Could we live it over again, |
| [01:58.39] | Were it worth the pain, |
| [02:00.35] | Could the passionate past that is fled |
| [02:02.30] | Call back its dead! |
| [02:05.20] | Well, if my heart must break, |
| [02:06.65] | Dear love, for your sake, |
| [02:08.14] | It will break in music, I know, |
| [02:10.31] | Poets' hearts break so |
| [02:13.31] | But strange that I was not told |
| [02:15.36] | That the brain can hold |
| [02:17.55] | In a tiny ivory cell |
| [02:19.86] | God' s heaven and hell |
| [02:22.32] | |
| [02:24.83] |