Текст (слова) песни: Donovan Leitch - Roots of Oak
Driving across the highlands Of Scotland in our land rover
Shadow of cloud falls And with it a chill High o`er heather Hawk hover the hill Just begun is my journey And Danu`s my name I am the juggler of fortune and fame
Let me not hear facts figures and logic Fain would I hear lore legends and magic (x 4)
Feathers of raven Slithers of coal Armour of silver In the mackerel shoal Sun in the west T`is ruby blood red Travelers a-weary Do make their bed
Let me not hear facts figures and logic Fain would I hear lore legends and magic (x 4)
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