Eric Whitacre - She Weeps Over Rahoon
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Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling
Where my dark lover lies
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling
At grey moonrise
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling
Then as now
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain
Where my dark lover lies
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling
At grey moonrise
Love, hear thou
How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling
Then as now
Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
As his sad heart has lain
Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
And muttering rain
