Thou knowest Ich wolde be a liar,
Yif Ich were to saye unto you,
Love, we koude not ascende higher.
Wende forth, lemman, lighte my fyre
Wende forth, lemman, lighte my fyre,
Mayhap we sette the nighte on fyre.
Lo!
Thou knowest Ich wolde be a liar,
Yif Ich were to saye unto you,
Love, we koude not ascende higher.
Wende forth, lemman, lighte my fyre
Wende forth, lemman, lighte my fyre,
Mayhap we sette the nighte on fyre.
Lo!
pulp fictioun
Ich wolde make a deale wyth God
And wolde asken hym for to chaunge ower places
Be runninge up that roade
Be runninge up that hill
Be runninge up that buildinge
#KateBush
Ich wolde make a deale wyth God
And wolde asken hym for to chaunge ower places
Be runninge up that roade
Be runninge up that hill
Be runninge up that buildinge
#KateBush
"Well, you Odyssey the othir guye!"
Ich wolde make a deale wyth God
And wolde asken hym for to chaunge ower places
Be runninge up that roade
Be runninge up that hill
Be runninge up that buildinge
#KateBush
Ich wolde make a deale wyth God
And wolde asken hym for to chaunge ower places
Be runninge up that roade
Be runninge up that hill
Be runninge up that buildinge
#KateBush
& thus choke on the rinds
Yet the lack thereof
Wolde leave me holwe ynside
Swallow my doubt
Turne it ynside out
Fynde no thinge but feyth yn no thinge
O, to put thys tender herte yn a blendir
Bihold it swirl about to a merveilous oblivioun
Rendez vous and farewell to you
& thus choke on the rinds
Yet the lack thereof
Wolde leave me holwe ynside
Swallow my doubt
Turne it ynside out
Fynde no thinge but feyth yn no thinge
O, to put thys tender herte yn a blendir
Bihold it swirl about to a merveilous oblivioun
Rendez vous and farewell to you