Lyrics: Come over to the window, my little darling I’d like to try to read your palm I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy Before I let you take me home Now so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again Well you know that I love to live with you But you make me forget so very much I forget to pray for the angels And then the angels forget to pray for us Now so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again We met when we were almost young Deep in the green lilac park You held on to me like I was a crucifix As we went kneeling through the dark Now so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again Your letters they all say that you’re beside me now Then why do I feel alone? I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web Is fastening my ankle to a stone Now so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again For now I need your hidden love I’m cold as a new razor blade You left when I told you I was curious I never said that I was brave Now so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again Oh, you are really such a pretty one I see you’ve gone and changed your name again And just when I climbed this whole mountainside To wash my eyelids in the rain! Now so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again
Leonard Cohen – So Long Marianne (Live in London)
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Auntie, Sister. Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Mother and Wife of German Descent I've lived in Australia since 1959 together with my husband Peter. We have four children, eight grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I started blogging because I wanted to publish some of my childhood memories. I am blogging now also some of my other memories. I like to publish some photos too as well as a little bit of a diary from the present time. Occasionally I publish a story with a bit of fiction in it. Peter, my husband, is publishing some of his stories under berlioz1935.wordpress.com View all posts by auntyuta
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