Lyrics & translations of Connie Converse

How sad, how lovely
How short, how sweet
To see the sunset
At the end of a street

And the day gathered in
To a single light
And the shallows rising
From the brim of the night

Too few, too few
Are the days that will hold your face, your face in a blaze of c

Ever since we met the world's been upside-down
And if you don't stop troublin' me you'll drive me out of town
But if you go away, as trouble ought to do
Where will I find another soul to tell my trouble to?

My bed is made of stone, a star has burnt my eye
I'm goin' down to