Met a girl in Lenningrad, she wasn’t bad and I might add
I found it such a pleasure to be near her, just to hear her call my name
She was so fair, and she wore Irish linen in her hair
She lived in the valley wide, a country ride from my side
I spent most of my time thinking of her. How I loved her, such a shame
I’m not there to touch the Irish linen in her hair
Irish linen, memories not bad, green and red make me sad
Irish linen, I would be so glad, green and red
I could have had her for my own
reminds me of evie hilderbrand mammoth lakes many moons ago to the sound of this album and horse with no name America. fine and sensitive voices and instrumentation. thanks for posting well crafted.