Hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
Watch me under golden skies
Smouldering to ashes
Some cheerful fire it shall be
Smiling as it burns
The words will burn
(for that is what I am made of)
It is all I am made of
Your eyes will glimmer
In the blaze
(they may even burn)
So hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
But please don't set me to fire
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
Watch me under golden skies
Smouldering to ashes
Some cheerful fire it shall be
Smiling as it burns
The words will burn
(for that is what I am made of)
It is all I am made of
Your eyes will glimmer
In the blaze
(they may even burn)
So hang me out to dry
Kind lady of the house
But please don't set me to fire