Jacques Brel - My d**h lyrics

My d**h is like A swinging door A patient girl who knows the score Whistle for her And the pa**ing time My d**h waits like A bible truth At the funeral of my youth Weep loud for that And the pa**ing time My d**h waits like A witch at night And surely as our love is bright Let's laugh for us And the pa**ing time But whatever is behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door There is you My d**h waits like A beggar blind Who sees the world with an unlit mind Throw him a dime For the pa**ing time My d**h waits To allow my friends A few good times before it ends Let's drink to that And the pa**ing time My d**h waits in Your arms, your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's not talk about The pa**ing time But whatever is behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door There is you My d**h waits Among the falling leaves In magicians, mysterious sleeves Rabbits, dogs And the pa**ing times My d**h waits Among the flowers Where the blackish shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs For the pa**ing time My d**h waits in A double bed Sails of oblivion at my head Pull up the sheets Against the pa**ing time But whatever is behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil I don't care For in front of that door There is you