Marmalade

I can't hear my mocking bird
Now worn
Over my shoulder
You have no love to give
So try just like I need you

I can't hear you calling
And I avoid your eyes
You think it's too dangerous
Hold our your hands
Hold
Hold
Hold

Then dance
And use your gold
Oh, your finest white that you can sew
And when
You have something good to me
It was gone
Yeah it was gone
So I can hear you calling
And I avoid your eyes
You think no one's hearing
Hold out your hands

It's not hard
For me
For you
You can hear this sound
Eventually
It's not far to love
To come and remain
It's trust that could break
At least to myself it's not love
Oh
Oh
Oh