Baixar Mais Tocadas: músicas de Loreena McKennitt

O Bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see / Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree / For it stood on your shore for many’s the long day / Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
This glancing life is like a morning star / A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea / A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm / A dancing dream of all eternity