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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