From the recording One Hundred Years
©Fitzgerald
Lyrics
One Hundred Years
They slept in a bed of tear-drenched cushions
So wet, they say, it poured both day and night
And the neighbors gathered ‘round
With buckets laid low with sorrowful moans
As quickly as it comes
As slowly as it goes
Eternally in love
In love it flows…
Her eyes sun’s moonlight
His lips move
As smiles reach down
With hands like wet clay
She bathes on them so hard and strong
Kneading harder wanting more…
He gives she takes
He takes she gives
She gives he takes
She takes he gives
And sadness falls from unknown corners
As quickly as it comes
As slowly as it goes
Eternally in love
In love it flows
No lesser grows...
And sadness falls from unknown corners
They slept in a bed of tear-drenched cushions
So wet, they say, it poured both day and night
And the neighbors gathered ‘round
Just as twilight hung low...