If when the wind blows,
should the water flow.
And if the crows fly
whilst the fowler stutters and dies.
Nay, WHEN these should come to be
you'd find me by the willow tree.
I'll be on my knees, fresh tears mixd with sod
giving praise to our benevolent God
should the water flow.
And if the crows fly
whilst the fowler stutters and dies.
Nay, WHEN these should come to be
you'd find me by the willow tree.
I'll be on my knees, fresh tears mixd with sod
giving praise to our benevolent God
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