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Oh, Girl, I'm gonna call you now And hope you hear somehow Across the valley low Above the muted snow And, girl, I hope your feet ain't froze That you don't fear the way the river flows And that your eyes are fixed above the glare That the sun and snow can fashion there That you have heard the sirens call But, baby, you don't want to fall Girl, I'm gonna say a prayer That you will not stay there Down in the valley low Aamidst the heavy snow Cause, girl, I really want you here To linger close and then draw near And to gaze with me above the glare At the distant golden thoroughfare And to touch his side and its scar To feel the heat of holy morning star I don't believe we'll make it there unharmed But since there's to be a fight, babe, you know we both been armed With love Girl, I'm gonna call you now And hope you hear somehow From Letras Mania