Sleep, child, sleep Sleep, child, sleep Daylight is waiting Consciously fraying Sleep, my child Sleep, sleep, my Isabella Safely in your carousel-a Sleep
I need it bad 'Cause I feel bad 'Cause I'm true 'Cause I feel dance to dance a man And I'm what it feels to be Down, it's real it's real.
Tuned to madness Love is stifled, joy denied I do hate him I am wretched A cold contaminated bride Isabella! Isabella! I do not love you Isabella
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Bring your torches, bring your torches Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella Bring your torch to the cradle, run Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella
Isabella, Isabella, don't you turn me down I've been knockin' on the front door Of my very own house Isabella, Isabella Don't treat me like I'm dead
still lie awake at night stabbed with dark delight Isabella, long gone now over the continents and seas alone, another city the wretched, the wonderous Isabella what are you thinking now Isabella
Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah
to madness Love is stifled, joy denied I do hate him I am wretched A cold contaminated bride Isabella! isabella! I do not love you isabella I never
Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabelle Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in his cradle Ah
So just surrender to Isabella's eyes Shine your light and make your mama smile All our angels come To welcome the awakenin' one Awakenin' wonder Isabella
I DO NOT LOVE YOU ISABELLA I NEVER HAVE I NEVER WILL I SAUNTER THROUGH THIS CEREMONY CONFIDENCE HIGH, ENTHUSIASM NIL MY REASONING NEED NOT DETAIN YOU
Have you ever seen such a beautiful night? I could almost kiss the stars, for shining so bright When I see you smiling, I go-oh oh ohh I would never
Io Isabella danzando ne prati Verdi della primavera Girando e girando, cascando e cascando Nel mondo delle elfi sognando Mi prendono la mano, mi portano
(French carol, ca. 1553) Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, Tell the folk of the village Jesus is
I know I should go, but I want to stay here with you, in this room, I can tell you'll never be all mine never mine ok I know you have to go, but I
the mirrors. But baby they just keep turnin' up And I know you can't look away from you When you're lookin' in into [Chorus:] Isabella's eyes Shine your
