.Leonard Cohen, "Tower of Song"
I was born like this, I had no choiceLeonard Cohen, "Hallelujah"
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the tower of song
Your faith was strong but you needed proofHallelujah Leonard, Happy Birthday. Herewith: my treasured old song book of yours from 1969, bought in the early 70's, strummed through and sung from and never tossed away.
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
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