Oh I wish I was in England, in France or even in Spain Or wherever dwells my own true love, to hold her near again Wherever dwells my own true love to hold her near again
Oh long time I had been roaming, in country and in town But never in my wanderings met, a maid with such renown No never in my wanderings met, a maid with such renown
Until I met my true love on the shores of Knocknashee Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free
Oh my true love she did promise me some land with rambling kine And on her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine And on her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine
But then my love she left me, and she wandered far away And I've been searching for my love for many's the night and day Yes I've been searching for my love for many's the night and day
Oh I wish that I was in England, or wherever she may be That I could go and call my love, and together we would be That I could go and call my love and together we would beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
