paroles de chanson No Flower That Blows - Thomas Linley
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                scatters 
                                                such 
                                                perfume,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                scatters 
                                                such 
                                                perfume.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows 
                                                is,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                my 
                                                breast,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ah! 
                                                Gently 
                                                rest,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                ever, 
                                                ever 
                                                prove,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                ever, 
                                                ever 
                                                prove.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows 
                                                is,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pledge 
                                                to 
                                                prove,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                parents 
                                                love.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pleasing,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pleasing 
                                                gift 
                                                thou 
                                                art.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                sweetest 
                                                flower,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                from 
                                                each 
                                                hour,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Live 
                                                henceforth 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                heart,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Live 
                                                henceforth 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                heart.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows 
                                                is,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                flower 
                                                that 
                                                blows,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                like, 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                rose.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Come and Trip It
2 Andenken (I Think of Thee)
3 Here Amid the Shady Woods
4 Gesù Bambino (The Infant Jesus)
5 L'Heure Exquise (The Hour of Dreaming)
6 Ich liebe Dich (I Love You)
7 Lachen und Weinen (Laughing and Crying)
8 No Flower That Blows
9 A Nun Takes the Veil
10 Nur wer die Sehnsucht kennt (None but the Lonely Heart)
11 O Saviour, Hear Me!
12 La Pastorella (The Shepherd Maid)
13 Romance
14 Seligkeit (Bliss)
15 When Daisies Pied
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