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Song: ''' | Song: '''Blow the Candle Out''' | ||
Artist: '''The | Artist: '''The Kingston Trio''' | ||
'' | Music & Lyrics: '''Tom Drake/Bob Shane''' | ||
When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear.<br> Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear.<br> | |||
I walked up to her doorstep. I knew she was within.<br> Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again. | |||
I like her good behaviour. I like her easy way.<br> I cannot sleep contented. The night seems like the day.<br> | |||
To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout<br> And roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out. | |||
When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before.<br> The candle at the window and my love at the door.<br> | |||
We let the candle go, boys. We had no care or strife.<br> We went to see the parson and she became my wife. | |||
And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me.<br> She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee,<br> | |||
And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about.<br> Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out. | |||
Revision as of 23:45, 19 March 2008
thewayneiac | |
Name | thewayneiac |
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Real Name | Wayne |
Date of birth | I aint sayin' |
Homeland | USA |
Role | Editor |
Lot in life | Restaurant Bookkeeper |
Favorite Episode | 15 |
Favorite Character | Asuka |
Favorite Relationship | Shinji/Asuka |
Favorite Angel | Matarael |
Favorite Evangelion | Unit-01 |
Song: Blow the Candle Out
Artist: The Kingston Trio
Music & Lyrics: Tom Drake/Bob Shane
When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear.
Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear.
I walked up to her doorstep. I knew she was within.
Her candle told the story, boys, and I was home again.
I like her good behaviour. I like her easy way.
I cannot sleep contented. The night seems like the day.
To sail in muddy weather, it makes me want to shout
And roll her in my arms, boys, and blow the candle out.
When I got home to Portland, 'twas as I said before.
The candle at the window and my love at the door.
We let the candle go, boys. We had no care or strife.
We went to see the parson and she became my wife.
And when we have a baby, boys, we'll name him after me.
She'll keep him neat and kiss him and rock him on her knee,
And when this trip is over, I'll sail no more about.
Yes, I'll remain in Portland, Maine, to blow the candle out.