Ioanna Gika Gone
Dark the stars and dark the moon
Hush the night and the morning loon
Tell the horses and beat on your drum
Gone their master, gone their son
Dark the oceans, dark the sky
Hush the whales and the ocean tide
Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum
Gone their master, gone their son
Dark to light and light to dark
Three black carriages, three white carts
What brings us together is what pulls us apart
Gone our brother, gone our heart
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Hush the whales and the ocean tide
Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum
Gone their master, gone their son
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