The Wax-Sealed Plea (Le Pli Cacheté de Cire)
Paroles en anglais :
I carried the wax-sealed plea
Took the path where the shadows agree
Found that wooden bench to rest my hand
Felt the shiver of the leaves across the land
Past the cedar tree that stood so tall and wide
Found the house with nowhere left to hide.
I rang the bell and I stood my ground
He asked me why with a heavy sound
I gave that letter, turned my back
Never saw the light turn into black
This journey was a hook, a sudden bend
A story waiting for a different end.
I saw her drifting where the ferns grow deep
(Where the ferns grow deep)
Wandering the secrets that the pine trees keep
She walked for hours far beyond her gate
(Far beyond her gate)
Tracing lines I never thought were fate
Walking my roads, far from her known sky
Her silhouette was there, but I don't know why.
I rang the bell and I stood my ground
He asked me why with a heavy sound
I gave that letter, turned my back
Never saw the light turn into black
This journey was a hook, a sudden bend
A story waiting for a different end.
If someone told me this was coming down the line
That her ghost and my path would intertwine
Stories like this don't happen every day
But I was the one meant to find the way.
I carried the wax-sealed plea...
It was my destiny...
I see her drifting...
My path...
Patsyblue
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