The man who was shy, under the blue sky, was about to die
The girl, like a pearl, looked at him as an earl
He was dry, he did try and cry
There was no bar and she was too far
He said: Oh dear ! Come here, why not get near
She said: The condition's too harsh
And near you is a marsh
I wanna pass it
Would you for me grass it
The man wept and crept and crept
He was on the wet
As if pays a debt
The girl passed the way
The man passed away
The dove of the love was singing
The love filled the man
The love milled the man
The love killed the man
The girl, like a pearl, looked at him as an earl
He was dry, he did try and cry
There was no bar and she was too far
He said: Oh dear ! Come here, why not get near
She said: The condition's too harsh
And near you is a marsh
I wanna pass it
Would you for me grass it
The man wept and crept and crept
He was on the wet
As if pays a debt
The girl passed the way
The man passed away
The dove of the love was singing
The love filled the man
The love milled the man
The love killed the man
