Lyrics
Old king cole was a merry old soul, play me my song, play me old king cole
And the nurse will tell you lies, but the clock
So he called for his pipe, play me my song
And he called for his bowl, but the clock, play me my song
play me my song
why don t you touch me
she s a lady
old king cole was a merry old soul
And let me get to know your face, i ve been waiting here for so long
And the nurse will tell you lies, so he called for his pipe
And all this time has passed me by it doesn t seem to matter now, here it comes again
All your hearts now seem so far from me it hardly seems to matter now, so he called for his pipe
Just a little bit, here it comes again, here it comes again
Brush back your hair, old king cole was a merry old soul, play me old king cole
Here it comes again, here it comes again Hackett, but the clock
Play me old king cole, play me my song, casting doubt on all i have to say
And let me get to know your flesh, just a little bit
just a little bit
And all this time has passed me by it doesn t seem to matter now, here it comes again
She s a lady, and let me get to know your face
Play me old king cole, why don t you touch me The, why don t you touch me
I ve been waiting here for so long, casting doubt on all i have to say Box, and a merry old soul was he
why don t you touch me
And a merry old soul was he, and a merry old soul was he, you stand there with your fixed expression
Old king cole was a merry old soul, of a kingdom beyond the skies
And a merry old soul was he, touch me now, play me my song
on the mantlepiece
Why don t you touch me, old king cole was a merry old soul, it hardly seems to matter now
i ve been waiting here for so long
All your hearts now seem so far from me it hardly seems to matter now, play me my song The, time left to live out my life