Peter Murphy Thelma Sings To Little Nell
Fragments spinning in the waves
The sea is dreaming of shining caves
A drop of petal rings the bell
In the corner of heaven
Of my Little Nell
Words from the vine
And essence flow
A teardrop turns in its fall
To a glow
And Thelma sings her sing song show
To the mother that lost her
Before she did grow
Wintered feet now shim and shine
As she sings from one to ninety nine
And her wintered feet now shim and shine
As she sings from one to ninety nine
