Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Gallery, artist - Joni Mitchell.
Date of issue: 28.10.2012
Song language: English
The Gallery |
When I first saw your gallery |
I liked the ones of ladies |
Then you began to hang up me You studied to portray me In ice and greens |
And old blue jeans |
And naked in the roses |
Then you got into funny scenes |
That all your work discloses |
«lady, dont love me now I am dead |
I am a saint, turn down your bed |
I have no heart,"thats what you said |
You said, «i can be cruel |
But let me be gentle with you» |
Somewhere in a magazine |
I found a page about you |
I see that now its josephine |
Who cannot be without you |
I keep your house in fit repair |
I dust the portraits daily |
Your mail comes here from everywhere |
The writing looks like ladies |
«lady, please love me now, I am dead |
I am a saint, turn down your bed |
I have no heart,"thats what you said |
You said, «i can be cruel |
But let me be gentle with you» |
I gave you all my pretty years |
Then we began to weather |
And I was left to winter here |
While you went west for pleasure |
And now youre flying bock this way |
Like some lost homing pigeon |
Theyve monitored your brain, you say |
And changed you with religion |
«lady, please love me now I was dead |
I am no saint, turn down your bed |
Lady, have you no heart,"thats what you said |
Well, I can be cruel |
But let me be gentle with you |
When I first saw your gallery |
I liked the ones of ladies |
But now their faces follow me And all their eyes look shady |