Текст песни The Curragh Of Kildare - Susan McCann
The winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
And the birds, they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad
But mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
Their little hearts are glad
But mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
A livery I'll wear and I'll comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
All you who are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
A woe that no mortal can cure
So straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
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