Words for An Old Air
Yourheart is bound tightly, letBeauty beware,It is not hers to setFree from the snare.Tell her a bleeding handBound it and tied it,Tell her the knot will standThough she deride it;One who withheld so longAll that you yearned to take,Has made a snare too strongFor Beauty’s self to break.
Yourheart is bound tightly, letBeauty beware,It is not hers to setFree from the snare.Tell her a bleeding handBound it and tied it,Tell her the knot will standThough she deride it;One who withheld so longAll that you yearned to take,Has made a snare too strongFor Beauty’s self to break.
Yourheart is bound tightly, letBeauty beware,It is not hers to setFree from the snare.
Yourheart is bound tightly, let
Beauty beware,
It is not hers to set
Free from the snare.
Tell her a bleeding handBound it and tied it,Tell her the knot will standThough she deride it;
Tell her a bleeding hand
Bound it and tied it,
Tell her the knot will stand
Though she deride it;
One who withheld so longAll that you yearned to take,Has made a snare too strongFor Beauty’s self to break.
One who withheld so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty’s self to break.