Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you.
Out on the wiley, windy moors. We'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy. Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me. When I needed to possess you?.