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Rains Of Castamere Lyrics - Artist : Hollens, Peter
And who are you, the proud Lord said
That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat That's all the truth I know In a coat of gold or a coat of red A lion still has claws And mine are long and sharp, my Lord As long and sharp as yours And so he spoke, and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall With not a soul to hear For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm Yes hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm And so he spoke, and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall With not a soul to hear And who are you, the proud Lord said That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat That's all the truth I know In a coat of gold or a coat of red A lion still has claws And mine are long and sharp, my Lord As long and sharp as yours And so he spoke, and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall With not a soul to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall With not a soul to hear |
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