歌词语境宇宙
Without no seams nor needle work （Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain）
Then she`ll be ture love of main （Sleeps unaware of the clarion call）
Tell her to find me an acre of land （On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves）
Without no seams nor needle work （Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain）
Then she`ll be ture love of main （Sleeps unaware of the clarion call）
Tell her to find me an acre of land （On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves）