As a veil of night cover my cataracts Hearing bagpipers in my dreams From Land's End to John o' Groats Feeling the love in your eyes Blue eyes touching my soul On a ghostly, I composed As thimbles on your fingers Play threads of cold December From Land's End to John o' Groats As we make love neath the mistletoe In sorrels of the British Isles So soft the petals in our bed From
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