I took my love down to violet hill, there we sat in the snow
there's no light over London today
what happened to your sweet summertime dress
Like a river flows surely to the sea
If I was a flower growing wild and free, all I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee
overboard
warwick avenue
until the sun turns black
you will shelter me my love and I will shelter you
love is not a victory march
då ser man galen ut!
för du är det finaste jag vet
dis moi
don't dance so fast
but there just soft light, there just soft