“For I have woo'd not as I should, a creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day.”
For I have woo'd not as I should, a creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day. 3
I love songs that tell stories, and I love Irish folk music. This one has been a favorite for many years. 1