Girls, be good to these spirits
Of music and poetry,
And lift the lyre so clear and sweet
They need with you (?)

But as for me, this body,
Which is now so arthritic:
I cannot play,
I Can barely even hold the instrument,

And oh,
The song grows heavy with the body

Some gloomy poems
Came from these thoughts
And useless,
We are all born to lose life,
Like we lose our youth

And oh,
The song grows heavy with the body.

And so I stepped in quite clearly
From my hiding place
To then suspect
That she would grow old and grey
And he despaired in his mortal way and said

Oh,
The song grows heavy with the body.


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    Lyric Correction:: Idlewild & Edwin Morgan - The Weight of Years ::

    Girls, be good to these spirits
    of music and poetry
    and lift the lyre so clear and sweet
    They knead with you

    And, as for me, this body
    which is now so arthritic
    I cannot play
    can hardly even hold the instrument

    And, oh, the soul grows heavy
    with the body
    And, oh, the soul grows heavy
    without the body

    Some gloomy poems
    came from these thoughts
    And useless we are all born
    to lose life like we lose our youth

    And, oh, the soul grows heavy
    with the body
    And, oh, the soul grows heavy
    without the body

    So I stepped in quite clearly
    from my hiding place
    to then suspect that she would grow old and gray
    and he despaired in his mortal way and said

    Oh, the soul grows heavy
    with the body
    And, oh, the soul grows heavy
    without the body

    And, oh, the soul grows heavy
    with the body
    And, oh, the soul grows heavy
    without the body
    Contaminatoron March 08, 2012   Link

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