Crooked Still Oh Agamemnon
Oh my darling
Lay yourself down
I’ll tell you a sad sad tale of the love that I hadn’t found
Till you whispered to me your sweet sound
Oh my lady
Put your hand in mine
I’ll pull you in to me for a dance that has no time
To a song that doesn’t rhyme
All I can give you is this pool I’m in
And I forgive you if you find that you cannot swim
Stop me from thinking of what I once knew
Save me from sinking in the river of your eyes so blue
Sit down beside me
Sing to me a song
Play me a fiddle tune and forget about what we did wrong
How we stayed away too long
Draw me a picture of a lonesome turtle dove
Write me a line of verse that was sent from heaven above
And you’ll win back my love
All I can give you is this gentle heart
And I forgive you if it rips your world apart
All I can say dear, is take me to your bed
Just let me stay here and rest my aching head…
