Witch-wife
Lyrics
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun 'tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine. (by Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 00:52
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 85 BPM