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SARAH BRIGHTMAN
Trees They Grow So High 1970
There's None to Soothe Lyrics
There's None to Soothe
There's none to soothe my soul to rest,
There's none my load of grief to share
Or wake to joy this lonely breast,
Or light the gloom of dark despair.
The voice of joy no more can cheer,
The look of love no more can warm
Since mute for aye's that voice so dear,
And closed that eye alone could charm.
Other lyrics from Trees They Grow So High 1970 album
- Oliver Cromwell
- The Last Rose of Summer
- Quand J'tais Chez Mon Pre
- The Plough Boy
- Come You Not from Newcastle?
- La Belle Est Au Jardin D'amour
- Dear Harp of My Country!
- Little Sir William
- The Trees They Grow So High
- Fileuse
- There's None to Soothe
- Sweet Polly Oliver
- Voici Le Printemps
- How Sweet The Answer
- O Can Ye Sew Cushions?
- O Waly, Waly
- The Ash Grove
- Early One Morning
- Oft in The Stilly Night
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