Anúna - Blackthorn Lyrics

Lyrics Blackthorn - Anuna



So many men think that I am theirs
When I sit with them, when I drink with them
Nothing compares to all that was shared
Between you and I, between you and I
Snow falls on the mountain of Sliabh Fhloinn
And my love is like sloe-blossom on the blackthorn
So many men reach for the highest branch
To find the bitter fruit, to find the bitter fruit
Close within reach of the hand lies the sweetest berry
On the lowest branch, on the lowest branch
Snow falls on the mountain of Sliabh Fhloinn
And my love is like sloe-blossom on the blackthorn
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Writer(s): Michael Philip Mcglynn


Anúna - The Best of Anuna
Album The Best of Anuna
date of release
05-02-2010




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