Mishkin Fitzgerald
Hanging Tree
It was uncertain to meHow I could not assume youHow I could not agreeI know you would have thankedAnd burned aliveBut I've never seen a happy man unsatisfiedSo you cut me down from the hanging treeAnd you dim the lights ever so sweetlyBack in your arms, I long, I long to beBack in your arms, the kindest man who almostPlayed the cruellest joke on meAnd so we'll move in circlesI'm spinning so straightNow this will be the only time I can startI press my face up to the glass and see thatYou have cut me down from the hanging treeAnd you shut my eyes ever so sweetlyBack in your arms, I long, I long to beLord, back in your arms, the kindest man who almostPlayed the cruellest joke on meBack in your arms, I long, I long to beBack in your arms, the kindest man who almostPlayed the cruellest joke on me
From Letras Mania