Where all Roses Go
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โฑ๏ธ 4:58 duration
๐ ID: 25412427
๐ Lyrics
He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wide sky where he is laid
Nor voices of the sweet birds
Above the wailing of the lade
Nor shall he know when loud March blows
Close slummed in snows her fair fair sheen
Blowing to flame the golden cup
Of many an absinthe's daffodil
Soon the swallows will be flying south
The wind will blow together in the snow
Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
Will soon blow down the road, all roses
Soon blow down the road
But when the dark car leaves the moor
And pastures grow with greedy weeds
Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant peace
Soon the swallows will be flying south
The wind will blow together in the snow
Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
Will soon blow down the road, all roses
Soon blow down the road
In the wide sky where he is laid
Nor voices of the sweet birds
Above the wailing of the lade
Nor shall he know when loud March blows
Close slummed in snows her fair fair sheen
Blowing to flame the golden cup
Of many an absinthe's daffodil
Soon the swallows will be flying south
The wind will blow together in the snow
Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
Will soon blow down the road, all roses
Soon blow down the road
But when the dark car leaves the moor
And pastures grow with greedy weeds
Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant peace
Soon the swallows will be flying south
The wind will blow together in the snow
Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
Will soon blow down the road, all roses
Soon blow down the road
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.09] He shall not hear the bittern cry
[00:28.42] In the wide sky where he is laid
[00:37.38] Nor voices of the sweet birds
[00:44.18] Above the wailing of the lade
[00:54.56] Nor shall he know when loud March blows
[01:01.33] Close slummed in snows her fair fair sheen
[01:10.63] Blowing to flame the golden cup
[01:17.34] Of many an absinthe's daffodil
[01:24.17] Soon the swallows will be flying south
[01:39.85] The wind will blow together in the snow
[01:52.79] Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
[02:00.28] Will soon blow down the road, all roses
[02:11.03] Soon blow down the road
[02:19.26] But when the dark car leaves the moor
[02:58.10] And pastures grow with greedy weeds
[03:07.67] Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn
[03:14.68] Lifting her horn in pleasant peace
[03:21.31] Soon the swallows will be flying south
[03:37.47] The wind will blow together in the snow
[03:48.10] Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
[03:57.75] Will soon blow down the road, all roses
[04:08.54] Soon blow down the road
[04:57.95]
[00:28.42] In the wide sky where he is laid
[00:37.38] Nor voices of the sweet birds
[00:44.18] Above the wailing of the lade
[00:54.56] Nor shall he know when loud March blows
[01:01.33] Close slummed in snows her fair fair sheen
[01:10.63] Blowing to flame the golden cup
[01:17.34] Of many an absinthe's daffodil
[01:24.17] Soon the swallows will be flying south
[01:39.85] The wind will blow together in the snow
[01:52.79] Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
[02:00.28] Will soon blow down the road, all roses
[02:11.03] Soon blow down the road
[02:19.26] But when the dark car leaves the moor
[02:58.10] And pastures grow with greedy weeds
[03:07.67] Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn
[03:14.68] Lifting her horn in pleasant peace
[03:21.31] Soon the swallows will be flying south
[03:37.47] The wind will blow together in the snow
[03:48.10] Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
[03:57.75] Will soon blow down the road, all roses
[04:08.54] Soon blow down the road
[04:57.95]