There is a birch in Cachel Wood The silverest I've seen With mystery as a maiden's bed With mystery as a dream I dream to find my own true love An everlasting fire Imperishing when leaves decay T'would be my heart's desire
Follow the burn to the sea How my poor heart weeps for thee Weeps for thee
Then nature sent my own true love When apple blossom fell He sang beneath the mighty oak And courted me so well He spoke the pleasures of the flesh Of married life to come I loved him then in Cachel Wood T'was then I was undone
Follow the burn to the sea How my poor heart weeps for thee Weeps for thee Follow the burn to the sea How my poor heart weeps for thee
The berries on the rowan tree With child and in full bloom He proved to be a false young man A most unworthy groom A fish swims in the ocean deep A bird lives in the sky And fleetingly they intertwine And fleetingly they sigh
Follow the bird to the sea How my poor heart weeps for thee Weeps for thee Follow the bird to the sea How my poor heart weeps for theeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
