Sing me a song of a lass that is gone, Say, could that lass be I? Merry of soul she sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone. S
Voice: Freddie Highmore Sometimes the world tries to knock it out of you But I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales I like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father Maybe the notes I hear are the same ones
Our love affair is a wondrous thing that we'll rejoice in remembering our love was born with our first embrace and a page was torn out of time and space Our love affair, may it always be a flame to burn through eternity so take my hand with a fervent