Who's seen Jezebel? She was born to be the woman I would know And hold like the breeze Half as tight as both our eyes closed Who's seen Jezebel? She
under the red sunlight long clothesline, two shirt sleeves waving as we go by hundred years, hundred more someday we may see a woman king, wristwatch
There is light in my lady's house And there's none but some falling rain This like a spoken word She is more than her thousand names No hands are half
hey man evening on the ground and there is no one else around so you will blame me blame me for the rocks and baby bones and broken lock on our garden
mary, carry your babe bound up tight like lips around a whimper your fingers over my face blind eyed Samson driven to the temple and night birds digging
brave lady, i could see you through the mosses laid, shameless in the sun my lady with her porcelain and her weightless face, pleasing everyone gray
Under the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see A woman king Wristwatch
the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see A woman king Wristwatch
Vertaling: Iron And Wine. Vrouw King.
Hey man Evening on the ground And there is no one else around So you will Blame me Blame me for the rocks and baby bones And broken lock on our garden
Mary, carry your babe Bound up tight like lips around a whimper Your fingers over my face Blind eyed sampson driven to the temple And night birds digging
Brave lady I could see you through the mosses laid Shameless in the sun My lady with her porcelain and her weightless Face, pleasing everyone Gray stables
Who's seen jezebel She was born to be the woman i would know And hold like a breeze half as tight as both eyes closed Who's seen jezebel She went walking
There is light in my lady's house Then there's none but some falling rain Less like a spoken word She is more than her thousand names No hands are half
wing Under the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see A woman king Wristwatch
