Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darkness lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled
words
wondrous
wavering
wardrobe
towers
tonight
together
three
there
tease
storm
stones
still
spirits
infiltrate
beggar
ceiling
tricks
ghost
flame
outside
return
shrine
empty
again
bones
beast
darkness
longing
cradle
cleaver
child
never
piano
shimmy
asked
sacred
untouched
invade
beautiful
climb
bogey
lifts
looked
matters
mother
torment
please
bright
nobody
plays
rattle
restless
rocks
blood
sadness
saved
should
shadows
glove
shall
although
sonny
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