paroles de chanson Blood-Red Roses - Oysterband

Talk to me, child of islands
With your gull's wide-open stare
And the colder wind that ruffles up your hair
Talk to me

I was free, free and aimless
I was floating like a cloud
Like a message tossed in the ebb-tide of the crowd
Lost at sea
That was me

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And you gave me the blood-red roses
That grow where the lonely meet
And I carried the dying roses
That smelt so sweet
So sharp and sweet

I was wild, you were wilder
You were free to leave this land
But it clung to you like a gold ring to your hand
Divide the sky
You and I

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