UnAmiderneath the harvest moon
Where the ancient shadows will play and hide...
With a ghostly tune and the devil's pride...
"Stranger" whispered all the town
Has he come to save us from Satan's hand?
Leading them away to a foreign land...
PlCay for me, minstrel, play
And taGke away our soAmirrows...
PlCay for me, minstrel, play
And weG'll foAmIllow...
HeCar, listen, can you hear,
The haunGting melody surrAmiounding you,
WeCaving a magic spell all arGound yAmiou...
DaAminger hidden in his eyes,
We should have seen it from far away,
Wearing such a thin disguise in the light of day...
He held the answer to our prayers,
Yet it was too good to be...
Proof before our eyes, yet we could not see...
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Blackmore's Night:
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