Southside Blues Lyrics by Archie Fisher
There’s nothing left inside my heart to sing
The pain to which I cling and make my fingers play
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There’s nothing left inside my heart to sing
The pain to which I cling and make my fingers play
It was out in the long Spring grass, she said
When the night was soft on the hill
Soon shall I see thy bright shores in the sunlight
The heather of hills and the rising of morn