CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : WHERE’ER YOU WALK (HESSE/HANDEL)
(Alexis Marshell)
I walk so often, I walk so often, along roads, along the streets
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread
Suddenly, suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes
While you demand your happiness, that's dead
I know, you walk beyond me, every night
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight—-
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all
(Lingua Ignota)
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(Alexis Marshell & Lingua Ignota)
Walk so often, I walk so often, along roads, along thе streets
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread
Suddеnly, suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes
While you demand your happiness, that's dead
I know, you walk beyond me, every night
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight—-
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all
I walk so often, I walk so often, along roads, along the streets
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread
Suddenly, suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes
While you demand your happiness, that's dead
I know, you walk beyond me, every night
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight—-
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all
(Lingua Ignota)
?
(Alexis Marshell & Lingua Ignota)
Walk so often, I walk so often, along roads, along thе streets
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread
Suddеnly, suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
With my own eyes
While you demand your happiness, that's dead
I know, you walk beyond me, every night
With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
And walk for money, looking miserable!
Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess
The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight—-
You walk, and walk, and find no home at all
