Song | Reynardine |
Artist | Fairport Convention |
Album | Heyday - BBC Radio Sessions 1968-1969 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
One evening as I rambled | |
among the leaves so green, | |
I overheard a young woman | |
converse with Reynardine. | |
Her hair was black, her eyes | |
were blue, her lips as red as wine, | |
And he smiled to gaze upon her, | |
did that sly, bold Reynardine. | |
She said, “Kind sir, be civil, | |
my company forsake, | |
For in my own opinion | |
I fear you are some rake.” | |
“Oh no,” he said, “no rake am I, | |
brought up in Venus' train, | |
But I'm seeking for concealment | |
all along the lonesome plain.” | |
“Your beauty so enticed me, | |
I could not pass it by | |
So it's with my gun I'll guard you | |
all on the mountain side.” | |
“And if by chance you should look | |
for me, perhaps you'll not me find, | |
For I'll be in my castle, | |
inquire for Reynardine.” | |
Sun and dark she followed him, | |
his teeth did brightly shine, | |
And he led her up a-the mountains, | |
did that sly, bold Reynardine. |
One evening as I rambled | |
among the leaves so green, | |
I overheard a young woman | |
converse with Reynardine. | |
Her hair was black, her eyes | |
were blue, her lips as red as wine, | |
And he smiled to gaze upon her, | |
did that sly, bold Reynardine. | |
She said, " Kind sir, be civil, | |
my company forsake, | |
For in my own opinion | |
I fear you are some rake." | |
" Oh no," he said, " no rake am I, | |
brought up in Venus' train, | |
But I' m seeking for concealment | |
all along the lonesome plain." | |
" Your beauty so enticed me, | |
I could not pass it by | |
So it' s with my gun I' ll guard you | |
all on the mountain side." | |
" And if by chance you should look | |
for me, perhaps you' ll not me find, | |
For I' ll be in my castle, | |
inquire for Reynardine." | |
Sun and dark she followed him, | |
his teeth did brightly shine, | |
And he led her up athe mountains, | |
did that sly, bold Reynardine. |
One evening as I rambled | |
among the leaves so green, | |
I overheard a young woman | |
converse with Reynardine. | |
Her hair was black, her eyes | |
were blue, her lips as red as wine, | |
And he smiled to gaze upon her, | |
did that sly, bold Reynardine. | |
She said, " Kind sir, be civil, | |
my company forsake, | |
For in my own opinion | |
I fear you are some rake." | |
" Oh no," he said, " no rake am I, | |
brought up in Venus' train, | |
But I' m seeking for concealment | |
all along the lonesome plain." | |
" Your beauty so enticed me, | |
I could not pass it by | |
So it' s with my gun I' ll guard you | |
all on the mountain side." | |
" And if by chance you should look | |
for me, perhaps you' ll not me find, | |
For I' ll be in my castle, | |
inquire for Reynardine." | |
Sun and dark she followed him, | |
his teeth did brightly shine, | |
And he led her up athe mountains, | |
did that sly, bold Reynardine. |