A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
were smoking out
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there
Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The god of love preparing
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start
Say a prayer for the cowboy
His mare's run away
And he'll
I remember the promise
That you made in the barn
When the
By the rivers dark
I wandered on.
I lived my life
in Babylon.
And
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
And the band is really
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge,
man in white
Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing
I touched you once too often
Now I don't know who
» More on Leonard Cohen