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I've come to fetch my Carol I've wandered in the mud Dirty sheets outside broken windows Lies that poor folks never tell rich ones Louder still is the sound of love Is the sound of love Where she falls in the leaves and [Incomprehensible] I know the beauty of her song The blood of priests run in her veins She shakes her fists when [Incomprehensible] Stronger still is light of her soul Is the light of her soul And I've come to help her now My footsteps follow Her black hair in my face My arms around her waist My love for her is a speckled bird Animal leading in the snow Slink back under the falling steps Black rights and crooked sticks Letras de cancionesUnforeseen victims of modern sin Walk the dark ring and then more Daylight brings the bells of joy The bells of joy I've come to help her now My footsteps follow Her black hair in my face My arms around her waist I've come to fetch my Carol I've wandered in the mud Dirty sheets outside broken windows Lies that poor folks never tell rich ones Louder still is the sound of love Is the sound of love From Letras Mania