it? Is God's home my hell? Oh, my body prisions my poor soul, Until I toll! I am grim, full of gloom In my dim gothic tomb But the bells in my heart
(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one, He courted a damsel fair; O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every
? Is God's home my hell? Oh, my body prisions my poor soul, Until I toll! I am grim, full of gloom In my dim gothic tomb But the bells in my heart chime
Traduzione: Dark Moor. Campane di Notre Dame.
Is God's home my hell? Oh, my body prisions my poor soul, Until I toll! I am grim, full of gloom In my dim gothic tomb But the bells in my heart chime
: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one, He courted a damsel fair; O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every
