Lyrics

Fetch your hat and burn it all Christmas neighbor won't bite It's morning, it's morning rain Lift the scent of these shells again Skirt in and fill this race Empty stockings are laid and Spring voices and all this hair Will be sinking and sin was there And when will you run And have your day And have your day And when will you run And have your day And have your day The season the season is gone again is gone again Coarse eyes and filthy robes Fortune making me cold and Low senses with rusty frames Will be sinking and sun remains Sore eyes and long to reign I've a locket on sale License falls and you'll be fine But the sorrow just trails behind And when will you run And have your day And have your day And when will you run And have your day And have your day The season, the season is gone again, it's gone again
Writer(s): Peter Ronald Cohen, Karl Stephen Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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