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Death's Heart


Sad voices they're calling

Our percious girl she can't be gone

When dadd's darling

Went out and started her day

 

Wasn't there a dream last night

Like a spring neverending

Still the water runs clear

Through my mind

On the field i can see a fiddler

The fiddler on the green and the sad boy

I took him too early

Would you mind

Would you mind

Would you mind

If I take you

 

To be with you

To be with you

To be with you

To be with you

 

The sun seemed bright

The air was clear

The air was clear

A trick of light

Turned red into green

She saw the light 

Her face was pale

Her body smashed

Her beauty's gone 

 

Isn't it a shame 

The reaper said

He is quite alone here

And still waiting for you

Oh I really did fail for the first time

Spoke the fiddler, poor old fiddler

The fiddler on the green

 The fiddler on the green

It would be nice...

 

Take my hand

 

Just hold my hand

I'll take you there

Your pain will go away

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