Winter Streets Songtext

Michael Talbott and The Wolfkings

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Winter Streets Songtext
I find myself
On winter streets
Wandering slow
The passersby
Like sailing fleets

The meadows call
Out to my heart
Her raven head
For flowers wild
All travel far

And the sweetest wintergreen
That I bring upon my lips
And the language of true love
Can be read upon a kiss

Fear is such a brutal enemy
He makes a fool of me
And calls me to a fight
Will I taste the fruits of victory
Or will he conquer me
And leave me here to die
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