Песня «Song for Obol»
исполнителя Arborea.
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• River and Rapids

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  River and Rapids Searched far and wide Streams ripe with warm gold I follow you Lover I told you You'll never find Down in the hollow Blood on the vine Passage through mountains Ten Million years Gold lines a deep seam Time will reveal River and Rapids Searched far and wide Streams deep in wet snow No sign of you

  
• Black Mountain Road

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  Follow me where the North Wind goes to the end of Black Mountain Road Fare The Well the winding stair and the loud mad rush, leave them there Follow me through the meadow green at the end of Black Mountain Road Follow me to the willow tree over garden walls, fields so fair Far in Wild, lost in wood pass the end of Black Mountain Road Dance along the water pale and winding glade, meet me there Follow me under the old pine tree at the end of Black Mountain Road Near to hill and tree limbs tall under ancient sky meet me there Fare The Well the roving wind past the end of Black Mountain Road Dance me round let down our hair eyes half closed kiss me fair Follow me where the North Wind goes to the end of Black Mountain Road Follow me, follow me, to the end of Black Mountain Road Follow me, follow me, to the end of Black Mountain Road

  
• Swan

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• When I Was on Horseback

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  When I was on Horseback wasn’t I pretty When I was on Horseback wasn’t I fine Wasn’t I pretty when I rode through the valley with pistol and sword and men by my side When I was on Horseback wasn’t I pretty When I was on Horseback wasn’t I brave Wasn’t I pretty when I rode through the country and met with my downfall on the twelfth day of May Its four white horses to carry my coffin its four white horses to walk by my side Four white horses, black plumes and red roses Birds singing sweetly as we move along Beat the drums and play the pipes only Play up the dead march as we go along and bring me to Richmond and lay me down easy I am a young Cavalier with God on my side When I was on Horseback wasn’t I pretty When I was Horseback wasn’t I fine Wasn’t I pretty as I rode through the valley with pistol and sword and men by my side

  
• Coda

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