John Travolta - Barbara Allen | Текст песни

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• Barbara Allen

Mother, go make my bed,
Make it long and narrow.
My true love died for me yesterday,
I shall die for him tomorrow.

She was buried in a church house yard,
And he was buried there beside her.
And from his grave grew roses red,
From hers grew green briar.

They grew and they grew so very high,
Till they could grow no higher;
And at the top grew a true lovers' knot,
Twined with green briar.

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