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• Artiste: Kathy Mattea
• Titre: A Far Cry
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I remember the face of an angel Love that was faithful and true. I left that dear boy in the mountains, For a rambling life, empty and blue. Sweet roses bloom where they’re planted, Wild flowers seed in the wind, That valley was closer to heaven Than any place this poor fool’s been. It’s a far cry from here to Virginia, But I’d crawl every inch of that ground. My teardrops fall like rain on the roof, Of that blue raged home where I’m bound. This highway’s a raven of long term, Don’t care where I lay my head down. My Virginia boy died broken hearted, My sweet mountain darling is gone. It’s a far cry from here to Virginia, But I’d crawl every inch of that ground. My teardrops fall like rain on the roof, Of that blue raged home where I’m bound. My teardrops fall like rain on the roof Of that blue raged home, of that blue raged home where I’m bound.