Из альбома: Socks in the Frying Pan

Well, when Bonny commanded
His armies to stand
He leveled his cannon
Right over the land
And he leveled his cannon
His victory to gain
He slew my light horseman
In the wars coming home
Broken hearted I wonder
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain
Broken hearted I wonder
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain
Well, the dove she immense for
Her mate as she flies
Saying where in this wide world is my true love she cries
Saying where in this wide world
Is there one who compares
To my Bonny Light Horseman who
Was slain in the war
Broken hearted I wonder
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain
Broken hearted I wonder
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain
Well if I were a small bird
And had wings to fly
I’d fly to the spot where
My true love did lie
And then fly from wings
I’d bare over his grave
And kiss the cold lips
That lay cold in the clay
Broken hearted I wonder
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain
Well, when Bonny commanded
His armies to stand
He leveled his cannon
Right over the land
And he leveled his cannon
His victory to gain
He slew my light horseman
In the wars coming home
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain
Broken hearted I remain
Since my Bonny Light Horseman
In the wars
He was slain

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