Primrose

Album: The Night The Zombies Came (2024)
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  • Good morning, Brigid, I can hear the bell
    Is it even real? Who knows?
    Is there a sheep gone down in the well?
    Now the bleating grows

    Feel the fire thrown from her hand
    Better burnt than froze
    If there a darkness over the land
    Winter wind follows

    Up to the stream, asleep on the moss
    My finger in the flows
    If I dream, then what is the loss
    Here in sweet repose?

    If I fell in the water, I'd see where it goes
    If you should see me pass
    Give love to my lass and my good fellows
    Leave next to the spring a primrose Writer/s: Charles Thompson
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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