Come, Come
Play with me, my love
I'll be mary
And you my lamb
Come, come
Dance with me, my darling
You can be my soul mate
And I yours
Come, come
Sing with me, my sweet lover
Our voices twine to be one
Your's always conquering mine in the end
Come, Come
Die with me, my sweet sweet pain
Mary had this little lamb
Who fleece was black as death
If we play oh so quiet
Mary will never know
So come with me my love
Come, Come
To eternal peace with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think this is an offer most would refuse dear Janelle! lol very sinister rendition of Mary and her lambs! Even playing quietely would not stop the deadly deafening sound of this piece...An interesting view of fairy tales gone bad, smiling at you, Tai