paroles de chanson Cypress Tree - Danse Macabre
Long
I′ve
roamed
lands
which
are
not
mine
Admired
Cappadocia,
enjoyed
Greek
wine
Tea
at
the
Bosporus,
travelled
the
river
Rhine
Heard
the
Lorelei
sing,
a
song
divine
My
grave
is
easily
found
And
there
I
shall
gladly
be
Buried
in
the
shadow
Beneath
my
cypress
tree
My
spirit
travelled
The
Highlands
The
North
Sea
taught
me
humbleness
My
mind
got
drunk
by
the
beauty
of
France
In
Bretagne
and
Ireland
a
Celtic
dance
My
grave
is
easily
found
And
there
I
shall
gladly
be
Buried
in
the
shadow
Beneath
my
cypress
tree
No
trace
of
Helen
at
the
remains
of
Troy
But
her
glorious
beauty
shining
through
On
many
a
gracious
peasant
girl
In
picturesque
villages
far
below
Winds
of
Galicia,
mountains
of
Spain
Portuguese
valleys,
English
domain
Skandinavia,
Alexandria
Passion
for
wandering,
impossible
to
restrain
My
grave
is
easily
found
And
there
I
shall
gladly
be
Buried
in
the
shadow
Beneath
my
cypress
tree
When
my
time
on
earth
is
over
And
my
journey
has
come
to
an
end
Remembering
the
white
cliffs
of
Dover
Or
the
breeze
of
our
Lowlands
Of
our
Lowlands
1 Sacred
2 Trojan Horse
3 Danse Macabre
4 Oblivion
5 Burning Hills
6 Orchid
7 Grief
8 South of Eden
9 Cypress Tree
10 Thick as Thieves
11 Bed of Roses
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