Welcome
to the garden girl
Cold as the rose with the white lilies blow
A heavenly paradise place where all
the pleasant little fruits do grow
Here our lovers they lay down for the night
Till cherry red their hearts are burning bright
As crude as the heart of a cherry red girl
Cherry Red
Don't
Dark is the cherry red go
world.
Picket booths from a fine wardrobe,
an orient pile and a whole double row.
When the lovely laughter shows,
she looks like rosebuds filled with snow.
Let no fear outprince from here,
or Oppenheim meets Cheburette,
till their hearts are
burning bright.
Cold in the heart, Cheburette girl.
Cold in the heart, it's a Cheburette girl.
Cold in the dark, it's a Cheburette girl.
Torn apart, famine in the silver world.
Cold in the dark, it's a Cheburette girl.
Torn apart, famine in the silver world.
Cold in the dark, it's a Cheburette girl.
In the silence,
an angel stood,
with threatening eyes and a stare that could kill.
Her brows like foes to stand,
straight at the heart with no ring in the hand.
Let no sacred fruit from here,
or Oppenheim meets Cheburette,
till their hearts are burning bright.
Cold in the heart, Cheburette girl.
Cold in the heart, it's a Cheburette girl.
Cold in the dark, it's a Cheburette girl.
Torn apart, famine in the silver world.
Cold in the dark, it's a Cheburette girl.
Shawna Brabham an' Innocent World
Great Ensemble
Charlotte Eww & Jonathan