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• Artiste: Austin Lucas
• Titre: Singing Man
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On a long, winding road 'Neath the passing of crows Sat a girl speaking soft to the heavens And though so crowned with locks of gold She was without companion Though not without hopefuls to walk her home And as the liberty would be mine On one night in the Autumn I took care to be more than a dance For she'd been courted by kings But the kings were not worthy And the path unto her heart would elude them So I followed her on Until breathlessly I said Here's my hand, won't you take, won't you? Oh I may be small in your eyes When compared to the mighty But won't you love this poor singing man? So like water moves the earth I was swept up in the current But I held fast and Lord, I saw her turning Like some dark and foreign sky She was fierce and yet silent As she held this poor singing man I had followed her on Until breathlessly she said Here's my hand, won't you take it, won't you? Oh You are not weak And not small In my eyes you are mighty I do love you, oh singing man Said I do love you, oh singing man Said I do love you, oh singing man Cause on a long, winding road 'Neath the passing of crows Sat a girl speaking soft to the heavens