Catherine کے بول

Catherine De Barra You've murdered my thinking I gave you my heart You left the thing stinking I'd break from your spell If it weren't for my drinking And the wind bites more bitter With each light of morning I envy the road The ground you tread under I envy the wind Your hair riding over I envy the pillow Your head rests and slumbers I envy, to murderous envy Your lover 'Til the light shines on me I damn to hell Every second you breathe I envy Oh, my Catherine For your eyes smiling And your mouth singing With time, I'd have won you With wile, I'd have won you For your mouth singing