Woanders Lyrics in English Berge
Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Woanders by Berge from German to English.
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Verse 1
They buried my body on christmas
They buried my body on christmas
In the ground by the south river bank
In the ground by the south river bank
Worked to my death, for my very last breath
Worked to my death, for my very last breath
I'd the winchester bishops to thank
I'd the winchester bishops to thank
Now the church held the keys to the brothel
Now the church held the keys to the brothel
Lit the window with a burning red light
Lit the window with a burning red light
While i teased the funds from the pockets of johns
While i teased the funds from the pockets of johns
The bishop got rich in the night
The bishop got rich in the night
Chorus 1
But i didn't fall apart
But i didn't fall apart
Through my years in the dark
Through my years in the dark
For my lover i guarded
For my lover i guarded
My pure, pure heart
My pure, pure heart
And he meets me in the graveyard
And he meets me in the graveyard
The graveyard where they made my bed
The graveyard where they made my bed
Plants a white flower under cold stars
Plants a white flower under cold stars
On the grave of the forgotten dead
On the grave of the forgotten dead
Verse 2
Now the bishops snuck off to fresh pastures
Now the bishops snuck off to fresh pastures
While my grave was grown over with weeds
While my grave was grown over with weeds
No burial plots, just some forget-me-nots
No burial plots, just some forget-me-nots
For the women they branded unclean
For the women they branded unclean
The wasteland was claimed by the city
The wasteland was claimed by the city
They covered it with tenement slums
They covered it with tenement slums
For where we'd been left had never been blessed
For where we'd been left had never been blessed
And they dug down and built on our bones
And they dug down and built on our bones
Chorus 2
But every december
But every december
With frost on his fingers
With frost on his fingers
My lover returns
My lover returns
For he still remembers
For he still remembers
To meet me in the graveyard
To meet me in the graveyard
The graveyard where they made my bed
The graveyard where they made my bed
Plants a white flower under cold stars
Plants a white flower under cold stars
On the grave of the forgotten dead
On the grave of the forgotten dead
Bridge
The sun goes down and the last folk leave
The sun goes down and the last folk leave
It's london town on christmas eve
It's london town on christmas eve
My lover still wanders bereft and bereaved
My lover still wanders bereft and bereaved
For he can't find the woman that he promised he'd meet
For he can't find the woman that he promised he'd meet
The sun comes up on the cold, cold ground
The sun comes up on the cold, cold ground
It's christmas morning in london town
It's christmas morning in london town
He lays on my grave and he cradles his head
He lays on my grave and he cradles his head
As he hears the church bells, he knows that i'm dead
As he hears the church bells, he knows that i'm dead
Verse 3
So london, don't mourn for your lovers
So london, don't mourn for your lovers
Raise a glass for us glorious dead
Raise a glass for us glorious dead
For beneath southwark streets, we outlasted the priests
For beneath southwark streets, we outlasted the priests
And the city's raised up on our beds
And the city's raised up on our beds
Though we're gone, london, do not forget
Though we're gone, london, do not forget
Chorus 3
To meet us on christmas
To meet us on christmas
In the graveyard where they made our bed
In the graveyard where they made our bed
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
On the graves of the forgotten dead
On the graves of the forgotten dead
To meet us on christmas
To meet us on christmas
In the graveyard where they made our bed
In the graveyard where they made our bed
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
Plant a white flower for the outcasts
On the graves of the forgotten dead
On the graves of the forgotten dead
In the graveyard of the outcast dead
In the graveyard of the outcast dead
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