歌词
A widow at the wake
A line, she drew a line, she drew a line
In the winding sorrow
A priest no more the rake
Calling on a sign, on a sign
That ne'er was showing
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Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind
I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave
Collar to the cold, to the old
Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave
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A widow felt the ache
That her man would come again
Come back again
For the sake of her life
A priest no more the rake
Brought the widow in, the widow in
From her sorrow
Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind
I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave
Collar to the cold, to the old
Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave
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Waltzing to the wheel, to the wind
I'm walking on a wave, on a wave, on a wave
Collar to the cold, to the old
Woo me to the grave, to the grave, to the grave
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