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Chris De Burgh |
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Crusader |
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The Girl With April In Her Eyes |
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There once was a king, who called for the spring, |
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For his world was still covered with snow, |
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But the spring had not been, for he was wicked and mean, |
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In his winter fields nothing would grow; |
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And when a traveller called, seeking help at the door, |
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Only food and a bed for a night, |
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He ordered his slave to turn her away, |
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The girl with april in her eyes... |
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Oh, oh, oh, on and on she goes, |
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Through the winter's night, the wild wind and the snow, |
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Hi, hi, hi, on and on she rides, |
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Someone help the girl with april in her eyes... |
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She rode through the night till she came to the light, |
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Of a humble man's home in the woods, |
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He brought her inside, by the firelight she died, |
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And he buried her gently and good; |
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Oh the morning was bright, all the world snow-white, |
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But when he came to the place where she lay, |
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His field was ablaze with flowers on the grave, |
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Of the girl with april in her eyes... |
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Oh, oh, oh, on and on she goes, |
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Through the winter's night, the wild wind and the snow, |
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Hi, hi, hi, on and on she flies, |
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She is gone, the girl with april in her eyes... |
