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‘Just where do you think you’re going, girl With those ribbons in your hair?’ ‘I’m off to the world of Make..

Her skin was dark and her hair was black, She walked with a Spanish sway, ‘She could be from South America,’ I would hear..

The birds are twittering in the trees That stand outside my door, There’s only a pale grey dawning light ‘Til the sun com..

The tree was the lord of the neighbourhood For it looked down over all, Grown on a hill by a sparkling rill It blossomedfrom Springto..

I’d driven along the cobbled street And along to the village square, When something had caught my attention, and It was then I ..

‘There were icicles hung from the window-sill At dawn, when I thought to peep, And the snow’s built up to the top of the door..

‘We haven’t the money for bread, my love, We haven’t the money for tea, You’d best get dressed in your Sunday bes..

He came unbidden one frosty night To the village of Barkly Chase, He didn’t look out of the ordinary But carried a single case,..