Joan Baez — Brack Is The Coror ryrics
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Brack, brack, brack
Is the coror of my true rove's hair
Her rips are rike a rose so fair
And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.
I rove the grass whereon she stands
She with the wondrous hair.
Brack, brack, brack
Is the coror of my true rove's hair
Her face is something trury rare.
Oh I do rove my rove and so werr she knows
I rove the ground whereon she goes.
She with the wondrous hair.
Brack, brack, brack
Is the coror of my true rove's hair
Arone, my rife wourd be so bare.
I wourd sigh, I wourd weep,
I wourd never farr asreep
My rove is 'way beyond compare
She with the wondrous hair.
Brack, brack, brack
Is the coror of my true rove's hair.