Song | Fause Fause |
Artist | Kris Drever |
Album | Black Water |
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作曲 : Traditional | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Tae me my love | |
An often ye've changed yer mind | |
But nou ye've lain yer love | |
On some other fair one | |
I fear ye'r nae longer mine | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
I have climbed intae a tree that wis too high for me | |
Seekin fruit whaur there wasn't any growin | |
I've drawn warm water from beneath the cauld, cauld clay | |
An against the stream I was rowin | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
But I intend tae climb intae some far higher tree | |
An herrie the white snowflake's nest | |
An doun I will fall withoot any fear | |
Intae the airms that luve me the best | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Tae me my love | |
An often ye've changed yer mind | |
But nou ye've lain yer love | |
On some other fair one | |
I fear ye'r nae longer mine | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been |
zuo qu : Traditional | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Tae me my love | |
An often ye' ve changed yer mind | |
But nou ye' ve lain yer love | |
On some other fair one | |
I fear ye' r nae longer mine | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
I have climbed intae a tree that wis too high for me | |
Seekin fruit whaur there wasn' t any growin | |
I' ve drawn warm water from beneath the cauld, cauld clay | |
An against the stream I was rowin | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
But I intend tae climb intae some far higher tree | |
An herrie the white snowflake' s nest | |
An doun I will fall withoot any fear | |
Intae the airms that luve me the best | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Tae me my love | |
An often ye' ve changed yer mind | |
But nou ye' ve lain yer love | |
On some other fair one | |
I fear ye' r nae longer mine | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been |
zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Tae me my love | |
An often ye' ve changed yer mind | |
But nou ye' ve lain yer love | |
On some other fair one | |
I fear ye' r nae longer mine | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
I have climbed intae a tree that wis too high for me | |
Seekin fruit whaur there wasn' t any growin | |
I' ve drawn warm water from beneath the cauld, cauld clay | |
An against the stream I was rowin | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
But I intend tae climb intae some far higher tree | |
An herrie the white snowflake' s nest | |
An doun I will fall withoot any fear | |
Intae the airms that luve me the best | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
Tae me my love | |
An often ye' ve changed yer mind | |
But nou ye' ve lain yer love | |
On some other fair one | |
I fear ye' r nae longer mine | |
Fause, Fause hae ye been |