Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
Jon English
I have crushed the cup of you-outh
Like a rose between my fingers
But it's nectar never warmed my weary hear-eart
I have watched life disappear-ear
Like the creepin' mists of mornin'
For these ropes that tie me down will never part
For I have never known a feelin'
Such as this wash over me
I would climb the purple mountains
I would swim the wine dark sea-ea
Oh my back is weak and my brain is dull
From the toil of many years
Workin' just to justify my fear-ears
But all my feelin's come and go-o
And insi-ide somethin' grows
Got to make it, try to fake it
Through my lonely, lonely years
Until I've once again this feelin'
That just washed over me
I would climb the purple mountains
I would swim the wine dark sea-ea
Oh-hoh-oh, I had an idea-ea in my ha-and
To get you to change your lonely ways
To a greener la-and
But I got typical effectiveness
Blissful manki-ind
I let it go-o, just didn't know-ow
And now my story's do-one
Do not fee-eel symphathy
There is little of my body left to sa-ave
Keep on searchin' till you fi-ind
That which prays upon your mind
Or you'll fi-ind co-old comfort in your gra-ave
'Till I've once again this feelin'
That just washed over me
I would climb the purple mountains
I would swim the wine dark sea-ea
Oh I have never known a feelin'
Such as this wash over me-ee
I would cli-imb the purple mountains
I will swim the wine dark sea-ea