Deianira Lyrics & Chords By Anthony Quayle

'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare "You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair." As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose Trims his...read more

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay ...read more

It was on a cold December afternoon Doesn't seem that long ago I was sitting on my feet by my old fireplace When in walked my little girl home from school And I could see that...read more

Play on the cymbal, the timbal, the lyre; Play with appropriate passion, fashion, Songs of delight and delicious desire For the night of my nights. Come where the so well beloved is...read more

When the morning was waking over the war He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died, The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide, He dropped where he loved on the...read more