Down Where the Willow Wands Weep Lyrics
| Song | Down Where the Willow Wands Weep |
| Artist | Alasdair Roberts |
| Album | Farewell Sorrow |
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| 作曲 : Roberts | |
| I took my only young son, And my only daughter, | |
| Down where the willow wands weep into the water, | |
| And Walter my young son, he reached up and caught her, | |
| When away like a seedling, a gentle wind brought her. | |
| I had a daughter and a son, | |
| But in the undergrowth I lost them. | |
| For I am made of blood and bone, | |
| And they are made of bud and blossom. | |
| And all the sorrows of their sires, | |
| Their sinning and wrongdoing cost me, | |
| Upon the thorny, thorny briars, | |
| May the wild water toss me. | |
| And so I'll leave my native land, | |
| Clad in birch and rhododendron. | |
| In Caerlon, Albion, and Man, | |
| May river flow and ever wend on. |
| zuo qu : Roberts | |
| I took my only young son, And my only daughter, | |
| Down where the willow wands weep into the water, | |
| And Walter my young son, he reached up and caught her, | |
| When away like a seedling, a gentle wind brought her. | |
| I had a daughter and a son, | |
| But in the undergrowth I lost them. | |
| For I am made of blood and bone, | |
| And they are made of bud and blossom. | |
| And all the sorrows of their sires, | |
| Their sinning and wrongdoing cost me, | |
| Upon the thorny, thorny briars, | |
| May the wild water toss me. | |
| And so I' ll leave my native land, | |
| Clad in birch and rhododendron. | |
| In Caerlon, Albion, and Man, | |
| May river flow and ever wend on. |
| zuò qǔ : Roberts | |
| I took my only young son, And my only daughter, | |
| Down where the willow wands weep into the water, | |
| And Walter my young son, he reached up and caught her, | |
| When away like a seedling, a gentle wind brought her. | |
| I had a daughter and a son, | |
| But in the undergrowth I lost them. | |
| For I am made of blood and bone, | |
| And they are made of bud and blossom. | |
| And all the sorrows of their sires, | |
| Their sinning and wrongdoing cost me, | |
| Upon the thorny, thorny briars, | |
| May the wild water toss me. | |
| And so I' ll leave my native land, | |
| Clad in birch and rhododendron. | |
| In Caerlon, Albion, and Man, | |
| May river flow and ever wend on. |
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