Over the mountains And over the waves Under the fountains And under the graves Under floods that are deepest Which Neptune obey Over rocks that are the steepest Love will find out the way
Some think to lose him By having him confined Some do suppose him Poor thing, to be blind But if ne'er so close ye wall him Do all that you may Blind Love, if so ye call him Will find out the way
Train up the eagle To stoop to your fist Or you may train in veigle The Phoenix of the east The lioness, you may move her To give o'er her prey But you'll ne'er stop a lover Love will find out the way
Over the mountains And over the waves Under the fountains And under the graves Under floods that are deepest Which Neptune obey Over rocks that are the steepest Love will find out the wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
