Judy Collins - Lark in the Morning текст песни

Текст песни Lark in the Morning - Judy Collins



The lark in the morning, she rises off her nest
And goes up in the air with the dew on her breast
Like a jolly ploughboy, she whistles and she sings
And comes home in the evening with the dew on her wings
Roger the ploughboy is a bonny blade
He goes whistlin' and singin' through yonder lawn shade
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
And he bought her rose of ribbon for to roll 'round her hair
He met with dark-eyed Susan, she's handsome I declare
And she's far more enticin' than the birds in the air



Авторы: J. Collins


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дата релиза
02-12-2014




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