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• Artiste: James Reid
• Titre: Winter's Cry
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The sound of twilight called my name so As I cut wood from the hedgerow The cry of a winter's night Gave me shivers my hook was held tight And every time I cut the willow My blood it stains the bark Did I not ask of you right Or was my cut not enough sharp Her call was that of folk feared legend (left my baby lying there I'll never find my baby'o) A banshee woman insane in the dusk (found the wee red foxes tracks but never found my baby'o) The musk of the hunt of night The nightly hunt a must And I watched her work her sly trap As I walked on down the bridal path She gave me a look of backwards fashion Which broke my back like under twenty lashings Like under twenty lashings