Glen Johnson
Late Caller
Who could be calling at this ungodly hour?The lords have retiredAnd dead is the fireYou were stirred from your bookBy a rap at the doorYour heart is a-gaspAnd cold is the floorSo who could be calling at this ungodly hour?Does he want of your kiss?Or does he want more?Who would be calling at this ungodly hour?The lords have retiredAnd dead is the fireA chill from the paneForms a ghost on your spineThe candle it castsWith a conjuror's eye So who could be calling, this ungodly hour?Does he want of your kiss?Or does he want more?
From Letras Mania