Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far Before you agonise them in farewell? Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now? Where are you now? Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float On those cool waters where we used to dwell I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell! Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar Where are you now? Where lies your spell?
MY Mother used to play this and my Father would sing it .This has brought me to rears of remembrancw
Beautifully sung.
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far
Before you agonise them in farewell?
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
Where are you now? Where are you now?
Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
On those cool waters where we used to dwell
I would have rather felt you round my throat
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!
Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
Where are you now? Where lies your spell?
Hermoso
God bless your art, thank you for the beautiful interpretation!
Thank you 😊
Bertie Wooster and his banjolele brought me here.
Beautifully sung.