🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Faerie Queen - Blackmore's Night

  on the hill
 There grows a 
  quicker still
 More perfect  the hour
 Deep  that flower
 Is  tiny chair
 All  with gold
 The  queen sits there…
 
 It is in  breath
  the wind does blow
  is in her heart
 As pure as  snow
 It is  her tears
 Crystal  fall
  within her years
  she is in us all…
 
 Oh dark 
  me see
  one look
 She  gone
 Look  me
 We  one
 Fading with  setting sun…
 
  the willow bows
 To her 
 All  forest flowers
  her mystery
  would not admire
 Who could  adore
 Who  not desire
 Who wishes to see 
 
 Oh dark 
  me see
  one look
  is gone
  on me
 We  one
 Fading with the setting 
 Fading with the  sun…
  with the setting sun…