Lyrics:
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts
the howling wind
[ banjo ]
Please see if her hair hangs long if it tose and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair's hangin' long that's
run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa...
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Some folks say that a mother's love is sweeter than the rest
When her baby's nestled in her arms and feeding at her breast
But I can't explain
My beard a rustlin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast
to the courthouse and lay down the roses
But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dyin' today
Bring sixteen tall cowboys to carry my casket ten pretty women to sing me
to him like arrows pierced my breast.
I was betrayed by Flora, the lily of the west.
I stepped up to my rival, my dagger in my hand.
I seized him by
He got here and wrinkled scared and cryin'
The she took him up and held him to her breast
And he sure was glad to get what mama offered
Then he
lady's breast
How could I forget?
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh like the day I
the howlin' winds
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
That's
was a true love of mine.
Please see for me that her hair grows long
It rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me that her hair grows
Sun sets in the West
The boy has gone to rest
Mama clutch her breast
All creatures great and small
Graze on blood red soil
And grass that grows
you left
I dreamt that night I lay upon your breast
Now I can take it if you hold me
run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa,
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
and big round breasts
Hanging on your wall
One edge ripped, the other's slipped
Support the power of women
Use the power of man
Support the flower of woman
To keep her from the howlin' winds.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair
run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa,
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Lay down my dear brothers
Lay down and take your rest
Oh, won't you lay your head
Upon your savior's breast
I love you, oh but Jesus loves you
Yeah
On your breast
I might lay my crowded head
In your light
I might bathe in cold burnt sweat
In your mouth
I might feel the serpent's kiss
to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips
Like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Flora
The Lily Of The West
I courted lovely Flora
Some
arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Flora
The Lily Of The West
I courted lovely Flora
Some pleasure there to find
But she turned unto
her young close to her breast
Then I say thank God this world will win with the thing calledlove
the velvet moon.
I see the Milky Way her negligee a vision of sheer delight, filled with white,
And there upon her breasts a necklace of stars that enchant
things that you'd say
That brighten my darkest day
And tomorrow night what do you suggest to
Take the place or your breasts
Breast against my chest oh how
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