Woorden: Nick Cave. Nocturama. She Passed By My Window.

She passed by my window And bent to pick her glove she'd dropped Her eyes were all aglow From the bright and brittle snow Have you time for my company? Nature had spoken it in the Spring With apple, plum and brand new pear No, I said, I have none to spare You gotta sanctify my love You gotta sanctify my love You gotta sanctify my love For apple, plum and brand new pear I ain't no lover-boy Soon wither on the ground She slapped the snow from off her glove And moved on without a sound You gotta sanctify my love You gotta sanctify my love You gotta sanctify my love I ain't no lover-boy