Blue and merry land..., by Lyuba Coffey Blue and merry land. /
My honor is sold for a song. /
Wind from the sea, blow quieter — /
Do you hear, the nightingale is calling the rose?
Do ...
Land to which blue hues and joy belong..., by Peter Tempest Land to which blue hues and joy belong, /
I have sold my honour for a song. /
Fresh sea wind, more softly, gently blow /
Hear, the nightingale c...
