Better it would be for me
And better it would have been
Had I not been born, not grown
Not been brought into the world
Not had to come to this earth
Not been suckled for the world
If I'd died a three-night-old
Been lost in my swadding band
I'd have needed but a span of cloth
A span more of wood,
But a cubit of good earth
Two words from the priest
Three verses from the cantor
One clang from the bell

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El Matador
All The Things You Are
Missing You Now
Rockin' Robin
Shoo-Be-Doo-Be-Doo-Da-Day
God's Own Fool
Lotus Blossom
Music And Me