Песня «Black Mountain Road»
исполнителя Arborea.
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Текст песни:

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

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