Maybe the lateness of the hour. Makes me seem bluer than I am. But in my heart there is a shower. I hope she'll be happier with him Maybe the darkness of the hour. Makes me seem lonelier than I
money. Oh that curse will win and run you someday. And I still, have a hold. I still have a hope, a hope for tomorrow. Oh, sisters down. Laying a rose on her older brother. Young soul as good as gold. I