Live with the Ulster Orchestra - 2006
"Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground where on she stands.
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
satisfied I never will sleep.
I 'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times."
terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2008
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