paroles de chanson As I Roved Out - Robert Plant

As I roved out
On a cold winter's night
Drinking all the sweet wine
I spied that girl
A sweet little girl
Who broke this heart of mine

Her cheeks are like
Some red roses
That bloom in the month of June
Her voice is like
Some melody
That's always on some tune

Wish to the Lord
I'd never been born
Or died when I was young
Never would have kissed
Your red, ruby lips
Or heard your lying tongue

The green, green grass
Trampled under foot
Will rise and bloom again
Oh, love
Is a killing thing
Do you ever feel such pain?

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