Anee Jennings - The Rose of Allendale | Текст песни

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The morn was fair, the skies were clear
No breath came o'er the sea
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me
Though flowers decked the mountainside
And fragrance filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale

Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale

And when my fever'd lips were parched
On African's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblest by fortune's gale
Had fate not linked my lot to hers
Sweet Rose of Allendale

Sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale

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