The tragic fate of Rosemary Page / Paroles

Chapter I - A time for happiness

She was born in a land of mystery and tales
In a time when people believed in magic spells
In the misty morning she ran over the hills
Only to hear the delicate song of windmills

She lived in a cottage with all her family
By a small charming brook and a large willow tree

Her beauty was so pure
Than she could blind them all
So they said it was sure:
She worships the devil !

In a black winter night
When they came from the cold
She couldn't hide her fright
She was eighteen years old

Paroles & musique: Ph. Luttun - © 2007 - Tous droits réservés

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