Silly Wizard

Silly Wizard The Queen Of Argyll Gentle men it is my duty To inform you of one beauty Though I'd ask you of a favor, Not to seek her for a while Though I own she is a creature Of character and feature No words can paint the picture of the Queen of al

I am a young sailor, my story is sad 我是一个年轻的水手 我有着忧伤的故事 For once I was carefree and a bold sailor lad 从前我是个无忧无虑,年少轻狂的少年 I courted a lassie by night and by day 我日夜惦记着我那亲爱的姑娘 But now she has left me and gone far away 但现在她离我远去 Oh if I was a blackbird, c

When I've done the work o day, And I row my boat away, Down the waters o Loch Tay, When the evening light is fallin', And I look towards Ben lawyers, Where the after glory glow, And I dream on two Bright eyes, With a merry mouth below, Shes my beaute

Instrumental 专辑:A Glint of Silver 歌手:Silly Wizard 歌曲:When Summer Ends

When two lovers meet down beside the green bower When two lovers meet down beneath the green tree When Mary, fond Mary, declared to her lover "You have stolen my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee" Chorus: I loved her very dearly, so true and

By the clear and the winding stream In the valley of Strathmore Where my love and I have been Where we'll wander never more But if time was a thing man could buy All the money that I have in store I would give for one day by her side In the valley of

O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town, The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround; 'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked grand; She was plucking wild roses on the banks of the Bann. So I stepped up to this fair one, and to

When first to this country as a stranger I came I placed my affection on a comely young dame She being warm and tender, her waist small and slender Kind nature had formed her for my overthrow On the banks of bann water, where I first beheld her She a

Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never stumble or fall. Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never fall in love at all. Lonely, lonely, is the heart That ne'er another can call its own. Lonely, lonely, lies the part That has to li

How blithe each morn was I tae see My lass came o'er the hill She tripped the burn and ran tae me I met her wi' good will CHORUS: Oh the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom The broom o' the cowdenknowes Fain would I be in my own country Herding my father