A Journey through the Past

Enjoy this sampler, 4 songs in 4 minutes!
We’ll take you on a journey through deserts, forest glades and castles.

Bring me all the Flowers

Red her lips as cherries,
tilted with a secret smile…
Dark her eyes as midnight,
when the night-birds hear my sighs.

Bring me all the flowers of the fields and the forest,
and my hand may one day be yours.
Catch my hand and run with me through ancient wild-wood gloom…
dance with me under the silver moon.

Excerpt from
Bring me all the Flowers © 2014 Britta Curkovic

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