Regret by Alexander Search Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I would that I were again a child
And a child you sweet and pure
That we might be free and wild
In our consciousness obscure;
That we might play fantastic games
Under trees silent and shady
That we might have fairy-book names
I be a lord, you a lady
[Chorus]
And all were a strong ignorance
And a healthy want of thought
And many a prank, many a dance
Our unresting feet had wrought;
And I would act well a clown's part
To your childish laughter winning
And I would call you my sweetheart
And the name would have no meaning
[Verse 2]
Or sitting close we each other would move
With tales that now gone are sad;
We would have no sex, would feel no love
Good without fighting the bad
And a flower would be our life's delight
And a nutshell boat our treasure:
We would lock it in a cupboard at night
As in memory a pleasure
[Chorus]
And all were a strong ignorance
And a healthy want of thought
And many a prank, many a dance
Our unresting feet had wrought;
And I would act well a clown's part
To your childish laughter winning
And I would call you my sweetheart
And the name would have no meaning
I would that I were again a child
And a child you sweet and pure
That we might be free and wild
In our consciousness obscure;
That we might play fantastic games
Under trees silent and shady
That we might have fairy-book names
I be a lord, you a lady
[Chorus]
And all were a strong ignorance
And a healthy want of thought
And many a prank, many a dance
Our unresting feet had wrought;
And I would act well a clown's part
To your childish laughter winning
And I would call you my sweetheart
And the name would have no meaning
[Verse 2]
Or sitting close we each other would move
With tales that now gone are sad;
We would have no sex, would feel no love
Good without fighting the bad
And a flower would be our life's delight
And a nutshell boat our treasure:
We would lock it in a cupboard at night
As in memory a pleasure
[Chorus]
And all were a strong ignorance
And a healthy want of thought
And many a prank, many a dance
Our unresting feet had wrought;
And I would act well a clown's part
To your childish laughter winning
And I would call you my sweetheart
And the name would have no meaning