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There's None To Soothe Paroles

Sarah Brightman

Album The Trees They Grow So High

Paroles de There's None To Soothe

There's none to soothe my soul to rest,
There's none my load of grief to share
Or wake to joy this lonely breast,
Or light the gloom of dark despair.
The voice of joy no more can cheer,
The look of love no more can warm
Since mute for aye's that voice so dear,
And closed that eye alone could charm.


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    The Trees They Grow So High Paroles

  1. Early One Morning
  2. Come You Not From Newcastle?
  3. Sweet Polly Oliver
  4. The Trees They Grow So High
  5. The Ash Grove
  6. O Waly, Waly
  7. How Sweet The Answer
  8. The Plough Boy
  9. Voici Le Printemps
  10. The Last Rose Of Summer
  11. La Belle Est Au Jardin D'amour
  12. Fileuse
  13. Dear Harp Of My Country
  14. Little Sir William
  15. O Can Ye Sew Cushions?
  16. Oft In The Stilly Night
  17. Quand J'étais Chez Mon Père
  18. There's None To Soothe
  19. Oliver Cromwell