
Romantic Mysticism
When night comes, my love is darkness. Her eyes are black and hard. My little bird is trampled by strangers. I want to fly now, But death is stalking me.VIDEOS

Sunshine Mining Disaster (guitar version)

When I Return

I Will Find You

My Last Candle

Wild Mountain Thyme

Barbara Allen
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