: And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right But whose head is this she's dancing with on
: O Crown of Light, O Darkened One, I never thought we?d meet. You kiss my lips, and then it?s done: I?m back on Boogie Street. A sip of wine, a cigarette
good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear -- Sincerely, L. Cohen
: The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they
: Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take
: Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where
: You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You?d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next
: It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real, or it's real
: They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them First we take
: If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it
: Wither Thou goest - I will go. Wither Thou lodgest - I will lodge. Thy people shall be - My people - own. Wither Thou goest - I will go. Wither Thou
: (Leonard Cohen and Sharon Robinson) You never liked to get The letters that I sent. But now you've got the gist Of what my letters meant. You're reading
: I tried to leave you, I don't deny I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times. I'd wake up every morning by your side. The years go by, you
: (Words by Lord Byron, music by Leonard Cohen) [Dedicated to Irving Layton] So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart
: (Leonard Cohen) No words this time? No words. No, there are times when nothing can be done. Not this time. Is it censorship? Is it censorship? No,
: Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their
: (Words by Frank Scott, music by Leonard Cohen) From bitter searching of the heart, Quickened with passion and with pain We rise to play a greater
: (Leonard Cohen) Dear Heather Please walk by me again With a drink in your hand And your legs all white From the winter