Текст песни Where All Roses Go - Radio Edit - Michael McGlynn , Anúna
He
shall
not
hear
the
bittern
cry
In
the
wild
sky,
where
he
is
lain
Nor
voices
of
the
sweeter
birds
Above
the
wailing
of
the
rain
Nor
shall
he
know
when
loud
March
blows
Thro'
slanting
snows
his
fanfare
shrill
Blowing
to
flame
the
golden
cup
Of
many's
the
upset
daffodil
Soon
the
swallows
will
be
flying
south
The
winds
wheel
north
to
gather
in
the
snow
Even
the
roses
split
on
youth's
red
mouth
Will
soon
blow
down
the
road
all
roses
go
But
when
the
dark
cow
leaves
the
moor
And
pastures
poor
with
greedy
weeds
Perhaps
he'll
hear
her
low
at
morn
Lifting
her
horn
in
pleasant
meads
Soon
the
swallows
will
be
flying
south
The
winds
wheel
north
to
gather
in
the
snow
Even
the
roses
split
on
youth's
red
mouth
Will
soon
blow
down
the
road
all
roses
go
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