P. Warlock
O Curlew, Cry No More In The Air
Pale Brows, Still Hands And Dim Hair
I Cried When The Moon Was Murmuring To The Birds
I Wander By The Edge Of This Desolate Lake
Burd Ellen And Young Tamlane
Warlock: The Curlew, Lillygay
P. Warlock
Bright Is The Ring Of Words
P. Warlock
Take, O Take Those Lips Away
P. Warlock
And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?
P. Warlock