When I was a youth, I spied a bird,
She filled my field with song,
And sadly it was, my duties began
But we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.*
My true love I call a nightingale,
And I myself a lark,
Together we make, two turtledoves,
And we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.*
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
When all my sporting is over,
'Do you remember the days, I waited the land,
And you hurried the sea?'*
Now, the sea is my girl and I her man,
I hear a lovers lament,
An old seabird cries from the brighty main,
And I join with him singin,'
Together again!
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
'My heart, you've been the world over!'
But until I rest free, I must hurry the sea and
She waits the land.*
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
When I was a youth, I spied a bird,
She filled my field with song,
And sadly it was, my duties began
But we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.*
My true love I call a nightingale,
And I myself a lark,
Together we make, two turtledoves,
And we made a vow singin,'
Together again!
*And a way'l we go, as I hurry the sea and—
She waits the land.*
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
When all my sporting is over,
'Do you remember the days, I waited the land,
And you hurried the sea?'*
Now, the sea is my girl and I her man,
I hear a lovers lament,
An old seabird cries from the brighty main,
And I join with him singin,'
Together again!
*O come will the day, that my true will say,
'My heart, you've been the world over!'
But until I rest free, I must hurry the sea and
She waits the land.*
