Bewitched and Beguiled
The world revolves my angel, and once more The time is coming when the days grow short,When happy thoughts of summer flee away, And all around is desolate and bare. Come fly with me to some exotic shore, Where bathed in golden light, we two can sport,Dancing gaily on the strand all the day, And through the night mount high into the air. O cruel lady, tell me what I've done, What crime that you should treat me so unkind,Wh...
