The Planter's Daughter When night stirred at sea, An the fire brought a crowd in They say that her beauty Was music in mouth And few in the candlelight Thought her too proud, For the house of the planter Is known by the trees. Men that had seen her Drank deep and were silent, The women were speaking Wherever she went -- As a bell that is rung Or a wonder told shyly And O she was the Sunday In every week.When night stirred at sea, An the fire brought a crowd in They say that her beauty Was music in mouth And few in the candlelight Thought her too proud, For the house of the planter Is known by the trees. Men that had seen her Drank deep and were silent, The women were speaking Wherever she went -- As a bell that is rung Or a wonder told shyly And O she was the Sunday In every week. Austin Clarke

Advice You have worked so hard. Don't let your nerves rob this from you. You are better than them

Après la pluie le beau temps.

Édith Piaf Quand il me prend dans les bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Paris ❤ Il n’y a que deux endroits au monde où l’on puisse vivre heureux: chez soi et à Paris.