Over The Garden Wall - Pottsfield Song | Текст песни

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• Over The Garden Wall
• Pottsfield Song

From flesh remov'd,

our chalk footfall,

Tempers this holy ground,

Where timeless spirits meet,

'round the heart of Pottsfield town.

O hie thee forth o'er golden mead!

Yon is the maypole set;

A ribbon to wind thy soul,

and to bind love to thy breast.