DREAD
Beside a chapel I’d a room looked down,Where all the women from the farms and town,On Holy-days and Sundays used to passTo marriages, and christenings, and to Mass.Then I sat lonely watching score and score,Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door....Now by this window, where there’s none can see,The Lord God’s jealous of yourself and me.
Beside a chapel I’d a room looked down,Where all the women from the farms and town,On Holy-days and Sundays used to passTo marriages, and christenings, and to Mass.Then I sat lonely watching score and score,Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door....Now by this window, where there’s none can see,The Lord God’s jealous of yourself and me.
Beside a chapel I’d a room looked down,Where all the women from the farms and town,On Holy-days and Sundays used to passTo marriages, and christenings, and to Mass.
Beside a chapel I’d a room looked down,
Where all the women from the farms and town,
On Holy-days and Sundays used to pass
To marriages, and christenings, and to Mass.
Then I sat lonely watching score and score,Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door....Now by this window, where there’s none can see,The Lord God’s jealous of yourself and me.
Then I sat lonely watching score and score,
Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door....
Now by this window, where there’s none can see,
The Lord God’s jealous of yourself and me.