Play me old King Cole,
\nThat I may join with you.
\nAll your hearts now seem so far from me,
\nIt hardly seems to matter now.<\/p>\n
And the nurse will tell you lies,
\nOf a kingdom beyond the skies.
\nBut I am lost within this half-world,
\nIt hardly seems to matter now.<\/p>\n
Play me my song.
\nHere it comes again.
\nPlay me my song.
\nHere it comes again.<\/p>\n
Just a little bit,
\nJust a little bit more time,
\nTime left to live out my life.<\/p>\n
Play me my song.
\nHere it comes again.
\nPlay me my song.
\nHere it comes again.<\/p>\n
Old King Cole was a Merry Old Soul,
\nAnd a Merry Old Soul was he.
\nSo he called for his pipe,
\nAnd he called for his bowl,
\nAnd he called for his fiddlers three.<\/p>\n
But the clock, tick-tock,
\nOn the mantlepiece –
\nAnd I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch,
\nHer warmth…<\/p>\n
Shes a lady, she’s got time,
\nBrush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
\nShes a lady, she is mine.
\nBrush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.<\/p>\n
Ive been waiting here for so long.
\nAnd all this time has passed me by,
\nIt doesn’t seem to matter now.
\nYou stand there with your fixed expression.
\nCasting doubt on all I have to say.
\nWhy don’t you touch me, touch me,
\nWhy don’t you touch me, touch me,
\nTouch me now, now, now, now, now…<\/p>\n