Sonne Hagal - The Chimney Sweeper: A Dark Black Thing Among The Snow | Текст песни

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• The Chimney Sweeper: A Dark Black Thing Among The Snow

A little black thing among the snow:
Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe!
Where are thy father & mother! say!
They are both gone up to the church to pray.

Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil'd among the winters snow:
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

And because I am happy, & dance & sing,
They think they have done me no injury:
And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King
Who make up a heaven of our misery.

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