Sarah Brightman There's None to Soothe Lyrics
sponsored linksThere's none to soothe my soul to rest,
There's none my load of grief to share
Or wake to joy this lonely breast,
Or light the gloom of dark despair.
The voice of joy no more can cheer,
The look of love no more can warm
Since mute for aye's that voice so dear,
And closed that eye alone could charm.
The Trees They Grow So High Track Listing
1 Early One Morning
2 Come You Not From Newcastle?
3 Sweet Polly Oliver
4 The Trees They Grow So High
5 The Ash Grove
6 O Waly, Waly
7 How Sweet the Answer
8 The Plough Boy
9 Voici le printemps
10 The Last Rose of Summer
11 La belle est au jardin d'amour
13 Dear Harp of My Country!
14 Little Sir William
15 O Can Ye Sew Cushions?
16 Oft in the Stilly Night
17 Quand j'etais chez mon père
18 There's None to Soothe
19 Oliver Cromwell