Kirsty MacColl - Roman Gardens Lyrics

And so she left her room

In her satin shoes she was down

He held her by the waist

In a fond embrace she spins round

Oh those silken lips

Soft and pink, aching to be kissed

Oh they ached to love

And to be loved

Was this love?

Was this love?



Let us dream a while in roman gardens

Statues walk and talk in the pale moonlight

A breath of wind stirs the surface of the lake

Its so cold

I am yours and you are mine tonight



Vicar sat with a vacant stare

In his wicker chair he was down

Take a look at his open book

Where the answers may be found



Colonel polishing his marble tomb

Hell be taken soon, taken to the seat

Softly, softly creeps the mist

The earth is kissed a loving touch



Let us dream a while in roman gardens

Statues walk and talk in the pale moonlight

A breath of wind stirs the surface of the lake

Its so cold

I am yours and you are mine tonight



Standing silent on the lawn

Waiting for the dawn I am down

My heart is breaking with the day

She fades away, she is gone

She is gone



Let us dream a while in roman gardens

Statues walk and talk in the pale moonlight

A breath of wind stirs the surface of the lake

Its so cold

I am yours and you are mine tonight