Black Handled Knife Lyrics
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Speak to me
He walks slow Through fields that breathe Summer gone. A boy with a knife in his hand Make me a day that I can be heard
By a pool underneath The green willow trees He dives and swims To the deep To the deep
He walks slow Through fields that breathe Summer gone. A boy with a knife in his hand Make me a day that I can be heard
By a pool underneath The green willow trees He dives and swims To the deep To the deep