paroles de chanson When I Was In My Prime - Anuna
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                prime
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                flourished 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                vine
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                came 
                                                along 
                                                    a 
                                                false 
                                                young 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                stole 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                stole 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                gardener 
                                                standing 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Three 
                                                offers 
                                                he 
                                                made 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pink, 
                                                the 
                                                violet 
                                                and 
                                                red 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                    I 
                                                refused 
                                                all 
                                                three
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                    I 
                                                refused 
                                                all 
                                                three
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pink's 
                                                no 
                                                flower 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                it 
                                                fades 
                                                away 
                                                too 
                                                soon
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                violet 
                                                is 
                                                too 
                                                pale 
                                                    a 
                                                hue
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I'll 
                                                wait 
                                                'til 
                                                June
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I'll 
                                                wait 
                                                'til 
                                                June
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                flower 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                then 
                                                I'll 
                                                pluck 
                                                the 
                                                red 
                                                rose 
                                                off
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                plant 
                                                    a 
                                                willow 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                plant 
                                                    a 
                                                willow 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                willow 
                                                tree 
                                                shall 
                                                weep
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                willow 
                                                tree 
                                                shall 
                                                whine
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                young 
                                                man's 
                                                arms
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                stole 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                stole 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                I'm 
                                                spared 
                                                for 
                                                one 
                                                year 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                God 
                                                should 
                                                grant 
                                                me 
                                                grace
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                weep 
                                                    a 
                                                bowl 
                                                of 
                                                crystal 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                wash 
                                                his 
                                                deceitful 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                wash 
                                                his 
                                                deceitful 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Nobilis Humilis
2 Dicant Nunc
3 Blackthorn
4 Kyrie
5 Ther Is No Ros
6 The Green Laurel
7 Island
8 Sliabh Geal gCua
9 The Fisher King
10 Quem Queritis
11 The Sea
12 When I Was In My Prime
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