Слова:
Harum Procol All This And More

shining through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And

shining through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And

through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And