كلمات Blood Lying On Snow

You lost your tan from a few months ago Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow I feel my pulse start to increase the flow On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show You don't like winter, you're a summer girl Sun burnt and barefoot, your body unfurled But I can see you're a Celtic princess And in pale, northern lights, you're at your very best My goodness! Well, how do you do? It's taken generations Of lucky breeding To make you To make you In my life's challenges, you must be first prize I can see gold in the light of your eyes My honest soul, it just yearns to be free And I'm sure it would happen, if you lie with me My goodness! Well, how do you do? It's taken generations Of lucky breeding To make you They made you You lost your tan from a few months ago Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow I feel my pulse start to increase the flow On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show On this cold, winter's night, with such beauty on show