High on mountains and low between the trees Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he And home came his good horse but never came he
Out came his mother dear greeting so fair And came his bride drying her hair Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn But Gavin Grimbold will never return He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee
Down came his saddle all bloody to see And home came his horse but never came heTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
