paroles de chanson The Month of January - June Tabor
It
was
in
the
month
of
January,
the
hills
all
clad
with
snow
It
was
over
hills
and
valley
my
true
love
he
did
go
It
was
then
I
met
a
pretty
young
girl
with
a
salt
tear
in
her
eye
She
had
a
baby
in
her
arms
and
bitter
she
did
cry
Oh
cruel
was
my
father
that
he
barred
the
door
to
me
And
cruel
was
my
mother
that
dreadful
crime
to
see
Cruel
was
my
own
true
love
that
he
changed
his
mind
for
gold
And
cruel
was
that
winter′s
night
that
pierced
my
heart
with
cold
For
the
taller
that
the
palm
tree
grows
the
sweeter
is
the
bark
And
the
fairer
that
a
young
man
speaks,
the
falser
is
his
heart
For
he'll
kiss
you
and
embrace
you
till
he
thinks
he
has
you
won
Then
he′ll
go
away
and
leave
you
all
for
some
other
one
So
come
all
you
pretty
fair
maidens
and
a
warning
take
by
me
Never
try
and
build
your
nest
at
the
top
of
a
high
tree
For
the
green
leaves
they
will
wither
and
the
branches
all
decay
And
the
beauty
of
a
young
man
it
soon
will
fade
away.
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