Days, turning from red to green. It's hard to believe that spring. Is here so soon and I've been gone so long.. Keep, sending your letters on. Memories of whom are still.
I am a youth that's inclined to ramble. To some foreign country, I mean to steer. I am loath to part from my friends and comrades. And my dear sweetheart, whom I loved dear.
Kind friends and companions, together combine. And raise up your voices in chorus with mine. Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain. For we may and might never all meet here again.
Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew. Sorry was I love when parting from you. But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true. And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue.
Every time you touch my face. Every time you touch my face. I feel your soul's amazing grace. Every time. Every time you touch my face. . I'll try to love you tenderly.
I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life. I'm about to reach the ground. I'm coming home to Earth. I've reached my town. . And they said that you couldn't sit on a cloud, cause you'd fall right through.
Oh draw near each young lover,. Give ear to my story. That bears my sad, mournful tale.. Come join me in chorus. And lend me your pity,. While I my misfortune bewail..
I will not forget all the things, I haven't said yet. And so I'll wait. Like water thrown on water, its always hard to tell. Just where is ends. Getting ready to be strung, there is sweetness to.
It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing. Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray. The thrushes they were warbling, the violets they were charming.
As I was a'walking one evening of late. Where fragrant fine flowers the fields decorate. I carelessly rambled where I did not know. By the fair crystal fountain that falls in Glencoe.
One night as I lay slumbering in my silent bed alone. Some reckless thoughts came to my mind which caused me for to roam. To leave my native country and the wee girl I do adore.
Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard. And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard. Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail. You all may guess now my distress lies near the Nightingale.
Blue mountain river, if only for a while. Take me to the river, lay down by your side. The world is full of madness and I find it hard to smile. Take me where you're going and I'll be right by your side.
"Oh rise up my darling and come with me. I want to go with you and leave this country. To leave my fathers dwelling, this house and the land. So away goes Jamie with his love in his arms.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like some rose so fair. She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands.