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'Ti Hyacinthe
| Title: | 'Ti Hyacinthe |
| Creator: | Don Freed |
| Subject: | Lyrics |
| Description: |
‘Ti Hyacinthe
‘Ti Hyacinthe, little flower You left this world in your blossoming hour ‘Ti Hyacinthe, angels welcomed you so swiftly into their keeping. No words ever left your lips Your feet never walked this world No deed did your hands ever do Why would some turn their backs to you, Hyacinthe? ‘Ti Hyacinthe you’ve been forgotten There is no stone with your name upon You left with the light that streamed through the heavens One night while Red River lay sleeping. Tonight beneath these stars I sing for you this song And think that you might be Safe and warm in Kokoms’ arms, Hyacinthe ©Don Freed |
| Type: | Collection |
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