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Well he died at 39 Some kind of pills and homemade wine He left his english bride And a love he couldn`t deny behind Folks have come to say He nearly gave the land away He couldn`t understand How a man could own the land anyway When grandpa had had his fill He`d take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around From the day that he was born The mountain had been his home He`d sit late afternoon Watch the shadows reach the moon alone Then shewanakw-nan came And things began to change He dealt against his will And moved down off the hill ashamed When grandpa had had his fill He`d take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around Well, he died at 39 Glad to leave this world behind Tired of holding on To a place he didn`t belong To find.... That grandpa had lost his will To take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around When grandpa had had his fill He`d take a walk up old Ore Hill To the land of a thousand shadows And things would come around | Похожие исполнители:
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