I rose and tasted the first breath of spring The mist from the grassy land rising. I set to my grey mare and saddled for the road Where the green hills the sun was caressing, Saw the nest of the blackbird as she took to the air Setting off in the direction of Rathdrum Fair. I come with the dawn bringing silver to buy, Hoping wits and good fortune would aid me.
I rode with the sun, took my feet to an inn Where the talk was all livestock and memories Where old tales were traded for new ones in turn Where the pipes would lament into the day-o. Where the faces were old but the eyes they were good. They knew the money in your pocket and they'd have it if they could. Where the clowns and the street sellers wandered around And the fiddler was lost in the noise of the crowd.
And when business is done you'll adjourn for a dram And drink maybe well into the day-o But when twilight comes near you will drink your last beer And set up your goods to take away-o. And the old mare will stumble and bite at the wind While you sleep in the saddle with your collar turned in And the year will grow old when the traders have gone And the blackbird will follow the heat of the sun.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
