Marmalade

I can't hear my mocking bird

Now worn

Over my shoulder

You have no love to give

So try just like I need you

I can't hear you calling

And I avoid your eyes

You think it's too dangerous

Hold our your hands

Hold

Hold

Hold

Then dance

And use your gold

Oh, your finest white that you can sew

And when

You have something good to me

It was gone

Yeah it was gone

So I can hear you calling

And I avoid your eyes

You think no one's hearing

Hold out your hands

It's not hard

For me

For you

You can hear this sound

Eventually

It's not far to love

To come and remain

It's trust that could break

At least to myself it's not love

Oh

Oh

Oh