Come closer, my love
And I’ll tell you a tale
The Long Black Rifle Lyrics – Joni Mitchell
The Long Black Rifle Lyrics by Joni Mitchell
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Come closer, my love
And I’ll tell you a tale
I am a weaver a Calton Weaver
I am a rash and a rovin’ blade
Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there
Sunny day, braiding wild flowers and leaves in my hair
Laszlo Thea stole a stallion
Stole him from the misty mountains
Come all you young fellers
So young and so fine
In Dublin’s fair city
Where girls are so pretty
Tell old Bill when he gets home this morning
Tell old Bill when he gets home this evening
John Hardy was a fightin’ man
Carried a razor everyday
Write me a royal blue parchment poem
Draw me a royal blue lady like me
Get you a copper kettle
Get you a copper coil