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No. 18 - Song - Adele - "Give Me Love"
| Adele: | Sun-down and dark, and over me the spell of shadow-land As in my thoughts, dear love, in fond farewell I take your hand. The world tomorrow offers as its prize To call my own. Rank, riches, all that women idolize Save love alone. O world of greed and gold What do I care For all thy wealth untold, Thy treasures rare? One gift I covet still All gifts above Take from me what you will, But leave me love. |
| Sun-down and dark, and over me the spell of shadow-land As in my thoughts, dear love, in fond farewell I take your hand. The world tomorrow offers as its prize To call my own. Rank, riches, all that women idolize Save love alone. O world of greed and gold What do I care For all thy wealth untold, Thy treasures rare? One gift I covet still All gifts above Take from me what you will, But leave me love. |
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| Greyness of dawn once more, and gold of noon on hills and dells; Then there shall sound upon the air too soon my marriage bells Yet all the years to come of pride and pow'r and splendour's blaze How gladly would I yield for one sweet hour Of bygone days. O world of greed and gold What do I care For all thy wealth untold, Thy treasures rare? One gift I covet still All gifts above Take from me what you will, But love. Ah! |
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Page created 29 September 2016