paroles de chanson Lonely Room - 1998 Royal National Theatre Cast

The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
There's a feild-mouse
A-nibblin on a broom
And I sit by myself
Like a cobweb on the shelf
By myself in a lonely room
But when there's a moon in my winder
And it slants down a beam' crost my bed
Then the shadder of a tree
Starts a-dancin on the wall
And a dream starts a-dancin in my head
And all the things I wish fer
Turn out like I want them to be
And I'm better'n that smart aleck cowhand
Who thinks he is better'n me!
And the girl that I want
Ain't afraid of my arms,
And her own soft arms keep me warm
And her long tangled hair falls a-crost
My face, Jist like the rain in a storm!
The floor creaks, The door squeaks
And the mouse starts a-nibblin on the broom
And the sun flicks my eyes
It was all a pack o'lies!
I'm awake in A Lonely Room
I ain't gonna dream 'bout her no more!
I ain't gonna leave her alone!
Goin' outside,
Git myself a bride,
Git me a womern to call my own.