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Won't Want for Love lyrics
Gentle leaves, gentle leaves,
Please array a path for me
The woods are growing thick and fast around
Columbine, columbine,
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won’t want for love
Mistlethrush, mistlethrush,
Lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow boughs, willow boughs,
Make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won’t want for love
Oh my own true love,
Oh my own true love,
Can you hear me love?
Can you hear me love?
And all this stirring inside my belly
Won’t quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling
But I won’t want for love
Won’t want for love
Won’t want for love
I won’t want for love
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- Track 4 on The Hazards of Love
- 3 A Bower Scene
- 5 The Hazards of Love 2
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