The woodsmen

Hills and seas

The woodsmen
dont hold it against me- if your heart fits mine like a glove
dont hold it against me, my love

when i see the saints and they ask me, ill say 'it went fine'
but there is one lone regret- i could not make her mine

teach all the lovers to love me, before im through...
ill teach all the lovers to love me like you do

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