Jeanne Added - The Ballad Of Camden Town lyrics
[Jeanne Added - The Ballad Of Camden Town lyrics]
I walked with Maisie long years back
The streets of Camden Town
I splendid in my suit of black
And she divine in brown
Hers was a proud and noble face
A secret heart, and eyes
Like water in a lonely place
Beneath unclouded skies
A bed, a chest, a faded mat
And broken chairs a few
Were all we had to grace our flat
In Hazel Avenue
But I could walk to Hampstead Heath
And crown her head with daisies
And watch the streaming world beneath
And men with other Maisies
When I was ill and she was pale
And empty stood our store
She left the latchkey on it's nail
And saw me nevermore
Perhaps she cast herself away
Lest both of us should drown:
Perhaps she feared to die, as they
Who die in Camden Town
What came of her? The bitter nights
Destroy the rose and lily
And souls are lost among the lights
Of painted Piccadilly
What came of her? The river flows
So deep and wide and stilly
And wait's to catch the fallen rose
And clasp the broken lily
I dream she dwells in London still
And breathes the evening air
And often walk to Primrose Hill
And hope to meet her there
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Once more together we will live
For I will find her yet:
I have so little to forgive
So much, I can't forget
The streets of Camden Town
I splendid in my suit of black
And she divine in brown
Hers was a proud and noble face
A secret heart, and eyes
Like water in a lonely place
Beneath unclouded skies
A bed, a chest, a faded mat
And broken chairs a few
Were all we had to grace our flat
In Hazel Avenue
But I could walk to Hampstead Heath
And crown her head with daisies
And watch the streaming world beneath
And men with other Maisies
When I was ill and she was pale
And empty stood our store
She left the latchkey on it's nail
And saw me nevermore
Perhaps she cast herself away
Lest both of us should drown:
Perhaps she feared to die, as they
Who die in Camden Town
What came of her? The bitter nights
Destroy the rose and lily
And souls are lost among the lights
Of painted Piccadilly
What came of her? The river flows
So deep and wide and stilly
And wait's to catch the fallen rose
And clasp the broken lily
I dream she dwells in London still
And breathes the evening air
And often walk to Primrose Hill
And hope to meet her there
Little Red Corvette jeanne Added
Liebe jeanne Added
Mutate jeanne Added
Once more together we will live
For I will find her yet:
I have so little to forgive
So much, I can't forget