Mothers & Tygers

Je suis le tigre de la montagne, Écoute-moi ! Je serai fort dans la bataille, Je ne pleurerai pas. Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night. Je suis le tigre de la montagne, Le prince des bois. Je sens mon âme qui s'éloigne, Qui tremb

Marry Gus and Celia They found a golden stone. They keep it in their hands and Hide it under our souls, To keep us warm. They promised to the waters, They promised to the fall, That they would breath as one And whisper to us all Their joy. Oh ! they

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild Witless woe was ne'er beguiled! I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Q