Tekst:
Cohen Leonard Our Lady Of Solitude

and silver And her words were few and small She is the vessel of the whole wide world Mistress, oh mistress Of us all Dearly dead, queen of solitude

and silver And her words were few and small She is the vessel of the whole wide world Mistress, oh mistress, of us all Dearly dead; Queen of Solitude

and silver And her words were few and small She is the vessel of the whole wide world Mistress, oh mistress, of us all Dearly dead; Queen of Solitude

and silver And her words were few and small She is the vessel of the whole wide world Mistress, oh mistress, of us all Dearly dead; Queen of Solitude

silver And her words were few and small She is the vessel of the whole wide world Mistress, oh mistress, of us all Dearly dead; queen of solitude