Jacques van de wal

Een lied geïnspireerd op het toneel stuk " Vincent in Brixton ".

Battered Boots, ( Vincent & Mrs loyer ) Upon my Throne.

No woman is old, as long as she loves, and is loved.
She never grows old, it's a gift from God above.
She's a widowed wife, stars will give her time, if only she knew.
I will give her my life, to start anew.
Vincent oh Vincent, what have you done, that made me cry.
Flowers in a vase, will wither and die.

She's so dark and cold, like the darkest night, in early fall.
The light on her table, casts her grief on the wall.
The seasons change, as we walk down the lane, into the night.
In moments like these, we capture the light.
You paint your portrait, with so much passion, with so much pain.
Always on your way, I wished you could have stayed.

No woman is old, as long as she loves, and is loved.
She never grows old, it's a gift from God above.
We reach for embraces, but grasp empty spaces, oh.. those faces.
Will they understand, true love leaves its traces.
Battered boots on the table, which you treasure, like a shrine.
My colors let you shine, always and forever in my mind.

Under starry skies ,we say goodbye, I watch you cry,
I'll never see you again, but treasure time we spent.
The world is out there, to grab and to hold, waiting for me,
I will prove myself, worthy of thee....
Like a sentinel, on these here hills, I will trade-off, all of my skills,
for I am alone, awaiting the unknown, upon my throne....

Jacques van de Wal © 2015 Show less