Song Name: | Blackest Crow | By: | Unknown |
Posted By: | swampfox18 | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | C | Genre: | Celtic |
Harp Type: | Any | ||
Created: | 2012-02-07 01:25:58 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | As time draws near my dearest dear when you and I must part I wish my breast were made of glass wherein you might behold The blackest crow that ever flew would surely turn to white (and now a verse I wrote) And when, my dear, we meet again To God I'll sing the praise I'll be the most joyous of all the men We'll recount no more those days Those days of pain my love, are now long gone And I will always love you beyond the setting sun -6 6 -6 6 -5 -4 4 -4 -5 6 -6 7 -6 6 -5 4 -4 6 6 -6 6 -5 5 5 -5 -6 6 -6 7 -6 6 -5 4-4 4 -5 -5 -5 -6 -7 7 7 -6 7 -7 -7 7 -7 -6 6 -6 4 6 6 -6 6 -5 -4 4 -5 -5 6 -6 7-6 6 -5 -4 -4
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