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The Decemberists - Won't Want For Love (Margaret In The Taiga) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: The Decemberists

albüm: Hazards Of Love


Gentle leaves, gentle leaves
Please array a path for me
The woods are blowing thick and fast around
Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love
Mistlethrush, Mistlethrush
Lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow Boughs, Willow Boughs,
Make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love
Oh, my own true love
Oh, my own true love
Can you hear me, love?
Can you hear me, love?
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won't want for love
Won't want for love...
Won't want for love...
Won't want for love...

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