Still we close our eyes Not again Meet me when the sun is in the western skies The fighting must begin before another someone dies Cross bows in the fire light Greensleeves
It's only been an hour Since he locked her in the tower The time has come He must be undone By the morning Many times before The tyrant's opened up the
Превод: Дъга. Шестнадесети век Greensleeves.
