Bey & Jay LOVE STORY: My edit of “Die With You” by Beyonce❤️ ATTENTION: If you want to hear the song closer to the original version: speed up to 1,25x !!
I don’t have a reason to cry And I have every reason to smile And I don’t have a reason to lie When you’re already reading my mind And I don’t have a reason to be, if I can’t be with you And I don’t need air in my lungs, if I can’t sing your song No, I don’t need hands if I don’t get to keep you warm And I don’t really need myself, if I don’t need you
‘Cause darling I wake up just to sleep with you I open my eyes so I could see with you And I live so I can die with you
And I don’t really need these fingers, if I don’t get to touch your spine Well I don’t need these legs, if I ain’t walking by your side And I don’t really need to be if I can’t be with you
‘Cause darling I wake up just to sleep with you I open my eyes so I could see with you And I live so I can die with you
‘Cause darling I wake up just to sleep with you I open my eyes so I can see with you And I live so I can, I live so I can I live so I can Die with you
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Lyrics: Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side, The summer’s gone and all the roses falling, It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow, Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow, It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow, Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny boy I love you so! But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I may well be Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say an Ave there for me; And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
Oh, Mary, this London’s a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don’t sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat But there’s gangs of them diggin’ For gold in the street At least when I asked them That’s what I was told so I just took a hand At this diggin’ for gold But for all that I’ve found there I might as well be In the place where the dark Mourne Sweeps down to the sea
I believe that when writin’ A wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies In London were dressed Well if you’ll believe me When asked to a ball They don’t wear no tops to Their dresses at all Oh, I’ve seen them myself and You could not in truth Tell it if they were bound for A ball or a bath Don’t be startin’ them fashions now Mary McRee In the place where the dark Mourne Sweeps down to the sea
There’s beautiful girls here, oh Never you mind Beautiful shapes Nature never designed Lovely complexions of roses and cream But let me remark with regard to the same That if at those roses you venture to sip The colors might all come away on your lip So I’ll wait for the wild Rose that’s waitin’ for me In the place where the dark Mourne Sweeps down to the sea
You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course Well he’s over here with the Rest of the force I saw him one day as he stood on the Strand Stopped all the traffic with a Wave of his hand And as we were talking of days that are gone The whole town of London stood There to look on But for all his great powers He’s wishful like me To be back where the dark Mourne Sweeps down to the sea
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