Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Lullaby, st. 3
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Lullaby, st. 3