Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid singing in the valley below;
"O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"
"O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
1 | Il Mio Cuore va |
2 | Eden |
3 | Anything But Lonely |
4 | I Lost my Heart to a Starship Trooper |
5 | So Many Things |
6 | Something in The Air |
7 | La Lune |
8 | She Doesn't See Him |
9 | Here With me |
10 | Oliver Cromwell |