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12:13
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Text:
Oh, my love,
My happiness,
My loneliness,
My love,
Oh, my love.
Oh, my mind,
My sight,
My indifference,
My love,
Oh, my love.
My happiness,
Oh, my friend ,
These endings.
My life,
My love,
Oh, my love.
Oh, my friend
My love
My happiness
My peace of mind.
I feel so far away
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11:42
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04:37
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Text:
When I've done my work of day,
And I row my boat away,
Doon the waters of Loch Tay,
As the evening light is fading
And I look upon Ben Lawers
Where the after glory glows;
And I think on two bright eyes
And the melting mouth below.
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh,
She's my joy and sorrow too;
And although she is untrue,
Well I cannot live without her,
For my heart's a boat in tow,
And I'd give the world to know
Why she means to let me go,
As I sing horee horo.
Nighean ruadh, your lovely hair
Has more glamour I declare
Than all the tresses rare
‘tween Killin and Aberfeldy.
Be they lint white, brown or gold,
Be they blacker than the sloe,
They are worth no more to me
Than the melting flake of snow.
Her eyes are like the gleam
O' the sunlight on the stream;
And the songs the fairies sing
Seem like songs she sings at milking.
But my heart is full of woe,
For last night she bade me go
And the tears begin to flow,
As I sing horee, horo.
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10:56
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To die on this hill would be fine.
Crossing my mind all the time.
Spit until I make it rhyme.
Best to put me at ease,
Begging you please,
I can’t say what it means.
If you’re in my way,
What would I say ?
I’m better everyday.
I don’t want to know,
I don’t want to say,
I don’t want to look when
I can hear the future
Calling you.
I hope I don’t mind.
Lost and I’m found,
All the time.
The loudest sound I can find.
Never want to know,
Never want to say,
Never will I look,
When I can hear the future
Calling you.
To die on this hill would be fine.
I’m crossing my mind all the time.
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07:59
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Text:
...Oh, my peace of mind...
I’ve got to let go,
My love,
My moments,
I’ve got to let go,
Of my mother,
Of my mourning,
I’ve got to let go.
My moments,
I’ve got to let go
My happiness
My moments,
Oh, my mother
I’ve got to let go.
I will, I will,
Ive got to let go,
I will, I will
I’ve got to let go,
I will, I will,
Ive got to let go,
I will, I will
My moments,
My happiness,
My brother ,
My mother,
I’ve got to let go.
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