Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
We will miss you deeply, dear friend Joe.
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
We will miss you deeply, dear friend Joe.