paroles de chanson Beg - Lisbeth Scott

Inside my ancient dreams
Your lips are the rolling sea
Your arms forever cradle me

Soft pillow cloud of mine
I soak your fortune in
All light and rain you once have been

I beg the sky... I beg the moon
May I become your wings
May I become your wings

My feathered carriage waits
For me in your longing wake
Deliver me from my heart's ache

And when my silver moon
Shall turn to a softer blue
Perhaps I will have rescued you

I beg the sky... I beg the moon
May I become your wings
May I become your wings

I beg the sky
I beg the moon
May I become your wings
May I become your wings