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St. Ann’s Gold
With feet so cold
I feel no pain
And the Western Cross
On snow white plain

Look over yonder
The pines are down
They've laid them well
On Sequoia ground

I hear the howling timber wolf
I hear the howling timber wolf

Sleepy eyes
Fading light
Snow white Suzy
You're my desire

You carry me back home
You carry me back home