Coco Rosie - Gallows | Текст песни

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• Coco Rosie
• Gallows

It was just before the moon hung
Her weary heavy head in
The gallows, and the graves of
The milky - milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies.
A shimmer in the midnight,
A flower in the twilight,
A flower in the twilight

And our screaming
Is in his screaming –
Our screaming in the willow.

They took him to the gallows,
He fought them all the way though,
And when they asked us how we knew his name,
We died just before him.
Our eyes are in the flowers,
Our hands are in the branches,
Our voices in the breezes

And our screaming
Is in his screaming –
Our screaming in the willow tree.

We're waiting by the willow,
Our milky - milky cradle,
Our lockets long have rusted,
His picture worn and weathered,
Our hair is in the garden,
The roses in our toeses,
Our heart are in the blossoms,
Our eyes are in the branches

And our screaming
Is in his screaming –
Our screaming in the willow tree.

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