I sing when throat is moist, and soul is dry and cold..., by Rupert Moreton I sing when throat is moist, and soul is dry and cold, /
And when my eye is damp, and mind does not dissemble: /
How healthy is the wine? And will...
The time for singing is when my soul is dry..., by Alistair Noon The time for singing is when my soul is dry, /
my larynx moist. Oh I sing more, the more /
my vision glistens, the mind thinks up no tricks. /
I...