20 janeiro 2013

Para o seu domingo, a escocesa

Julie Fowlis






There were two sisters came walking down the street
Oh the wind and rain

Older one pushed the younger one in

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain



'Cos Johnny gave the youngest one a gay, gold ring
Oh the wind and rain

Didn’t give the other one anything

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain`


So she pushed her into the river to drown
Oh the wind and rain

Watched her as she floated down

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain



She floated till she came to the miller's pond
Oh the wind and rain

Cried Father, oh Father there swims a swan

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain


Thern out of the woods came a fiddler fair
Oh the wind and rain
He plucked 30 strands of her long yellow hair
Cried oh the dreadful wind and rain



Then he made a fiddle bow of her long yellow hair
Oh the wind and rain

Made a fiddle bow of her long, yellow hair
Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain

And he made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
Oh the wind and rain

And made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain



And he made a little fiddle of her own breast bone
Oh the wind and rain

Which sound would melt a heart of stone

Crying oh the dreadful wind and rain



And the only tune that the fiddle would play
Was oh the wind and rain

The only tune that the fiddle would play

Was oh the dreadful wind and rain


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