Текст песни Did You Not Hear My Lady - Aled Jones
                                                Did 
                                                you 
                                                not 
                                                hear 
                                                my 
                                                lady
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                garden 
                                                singing?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blackbird 
                                                and 
                                                thrush 
                                                were 
                                                silent
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                alleys 
                                                ringing
 
                                    
                                
                                                    O 
                                                saw 
                                                you 
                                                not 
                                                my 
                                                lady
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                garden 
                                                there?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shaming 
                                                the 
                                                rose 
                                                and 
                                                lily
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                she 
                                                is 
                                                twice 
                                                as 
                                                fair
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                nothing 
                                                to 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                she 
                                                must 
                                                rarely 
                                                look 
                                                at 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                though 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                never 
                                                woo 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                love 
                                                her 
                                                till 
                                                    I 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Surely 
                                                you 
                                                heard 
                                                my 
                                                lady
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                garden 
                                                singing?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silencing 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                songbirds
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                setting 
                                                the 
                                                alleys 
                                                ringing
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                surely 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                lady
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                garden 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rivalling 
                                                the 
                                                glittering 
                                                sunshine
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                glory 
                                                of 
                                                golden 
                                                hair
 
                                    
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