Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine And the choirs
(R. Farina) Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
Translation: Joan Baez. Birmingham Sunday.
: (R. Farina) Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like
