paroles de chanson Early One Morning - Nana Mouskouri
                                                Early 
                                                one 
                                                morning, 
                                                just 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                was 
                                                rising
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                    a 
                                                young 
                                                maid 
                                                sing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Oh 
                                                don't 
                                                deceive 
                                                me, 
                                                Oh 
                                                never 
                                                leave 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                use, 
                                                    a 
                                                poor 
                                                maiden 
                                                so?"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                the 
                                                vows 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                made 
                                                to 
                                                me 
                                                truly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                how 
                                                tenderly 
                                                you 
                                                nestled 
                                                close 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gay 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                garland, 
                                                fresh 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                roses
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                culled 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                garden 
                                                to 
                                                bind 
                                                over 
                                                thee.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                    I 
                                                now 
                                                wander 
                                                alone 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                wonder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                did 
                                                you 
                                                leave 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                sigh 
                                                and 
                                                complain
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ask 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                roses, 
                                                why 
                                                should 
                                                    I 
                                                be 
                                                forsaken,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                must 
                                                    I 
                                                here 
                                                in 
                                                sorrow 
                                                remain?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                yonder 
                                                grove, 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                spring 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                running
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                so 
                                                merrily 
                                                played,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kissing 
                                                and 
                                                courting 
                                                and 
                                                gently 
                                                sporting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                my 
                                                innocent 
                                                heart 
                                                you've 
                                                betrayed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                meet 
                                                with 
                                                another 
                                                pretty 
                                                maiden
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                pretty 
                                                maiden, 
                                                you'll 
                                                court 
                                                her 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                while;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thus 
                                                ever 
                                                ranging, 
                                                turning 
                                                and 
                                                changing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always 
                                                seeking 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                girl 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                new.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thus 
                                                sang 
                                                the 
                                                maiden, 
                                                her 
                                                sorrows 
                                                bewailing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thus 
                                                sang 
                                                the 
                                                poor 
                                                maid 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Oh 
                                                don't 
                                                deceive 
                                                me, 
                                                Oh 
                                                never 
                                                leave 
                                                me,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                could 
                                                you 
                                                use, 
                                                    a 
                                                poor 
                                                maiden 
                                                so?"
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Lullaby
2 He Moved Through The Fair
3 An Eriskay Love Lilt
4 Danny Boy
5 An English Country Garden
6 O Waly Waly
7 All Through The Night
8 Spinning Wheel
9 Skye Boat Song
10 The Ash Grove
11 I Gave My Love a Cherry
12 Early One Morning
13 Go Tell It on the Mountain
14 Deck the Hall Boughs of Holly
15 God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
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