Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips
Voices cry out, shells of houses
White-faced children, hungry eyes
The cruel
I go down into the water
Dive as deep as man
On a day of days
I stood and gazed
Over the western
In the flowering desert
Lies the heart and soul of man
Find
Be well my love
Be well
As you brave
The raging storm
Be well
In our troubled times
We simply hide away
And dream of the
When I look at you
I see your power
But when your
I'll walk beside you through the world today
While dreams and
Images of innocence
Coming through the prison walls
One fine day in
I'll sing to you of a carpenter, a Muslim man
He
Warriors of the Rainbow
Are answering the call
They go to where
I hope I love you enough to let you go
On
Why should you be the one to go out on
I get a feeling this time of year
A little uneasy
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