The Groves of Lebanon
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Lyrics
Your belly is a heap of wheat Wild animals play at your feet Your shoulders are the seat of love Your eyes close, your eyes are dots Your hair is like a royal tapestry Fragrant as the groves of lebanon Calamus and cinammon Milk and honey are under your tongue The young daughter of her mother The favorite of the one who bore her The only daughter of her mother The favorite of the one who bore her
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:05
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 112 BPM