Текст песни Make My Love - James Main
Make
my
love
a
fruitful
vine
But
first
of
all
please
make
her
mine
Give
her
sons
like
olive
shoots
With
MO
style
and
Geordie
roots
Give
her
hope
to
melt
the
past
away
Many
songs
to
colour
every
day
Come
what
may
Show
her
life
from
high
above
the
clouds
Give
her
time
to
figure
herself
out
And
show
her
what
I'm
about
Draw
my
love
a
new
tattoo
A
three-strand
cord:
her,
me
and
you
Make
her
dreams
reality
Like
I
would
if
it
were
up
to
me
And
in
the
spring
bring
her
flowers
of
every
kind
Making
up
for
the
ones
she's
left
behind
Fulness
of
life
And
in
the
autumn
when
the
north
winds
blow
Wrap
her
up,
protect
her
from
the
cold
And
give
her
my
hand
to
hold
Make
my
love
a
fruitful
vine
But
first
of
all
please
make
her
mine

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