Carl Peterson The Daemon Lover - текст перевод daemon lover


Исполнитель: Carl Peterson

Композиция: The Daemon Lover

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Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried he
I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
All for the love of thee

I could have married the king's daughter dear
She would have married me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee

Well if you could have married the king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And find him a nice young man

Oh will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
On the banks of the salt, salt sea

Well if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty

Six ships, six ships all out on sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailmen
Will be at your command

She picked up her own wee babe
Kisses gave him three
Said, Stay right here with my house carpenter
Keep him good company

And she put it on her rich attire
So glorious to behold
And as she trod along her way
She shone like a glittering gold

Well they'd not been gone but about two weeks
I know it was not three
When this fair lady began to weep
And she wept most bitterly

O why do you weep my fair young maid
Weep you for your golden store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
That never you shall see anymore?

I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store
I do weep for my own wee babe
That never I shall see anymore

Well they'd not been gone but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
Ark galleon ship sprang a leak and sank
Never to rise any more

One time around span ark galleon ship
Two times around span she
Three times around span ark galleon ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea

What hills, what hills are those, my love,
That rise so fair and high?
Those are the hills of heaven, my love,
But not for you and I

And what hills, what hills are those, my love
Those hills so dark and low?
Those are the hills of hell, my love
Where you and I must go

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