Letra

Strident figures from the north They rode into our town Gnawed at out meat and ate our bread Used our wine to wash it down With eyes as big as wounds Our hands at our sides They came the only worthwhile things Our unravished brides And then they rode away And then they rode away And then they rode away
Writer(s): Lesley Rae Dowling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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