There is a harp of legend, crafted by a master's hand. That harp is called My lady, she's the finest in the land. Her voice is bright as sunlight, on a laughing summer stream. Her spell is woven in the threads, of all our fondest dreams.
Sing, sing, sing, My Lady With a voice so rich and sweet. Win, win, win, My Lady Every heart you meet!
My Lady travels by my side, where ever I may go. In summer or in winter, never minding rain nor snow. She charms the lords and ladies, we meet along the way, And helps to make me welcome, every place I choose to stay.
Sing, sing, sing, My Lady With a voice so rich and sweet. Win, win, win, My Lady Every heart you meet!
My Lady has a partner now, as like as twins can be, Bought to celebrate the joyous day, my love was joined to me! We'll play them by the firelight, every night before we sleep. Each song will help us treasure, all the memories that we keep.
Sing, sing, sing, My Lady With a voice so rich and sweet. Win, win, win, My Lady Every heart you meet! Sing, sing, sing, My Lady Wile the summer day is long Win, win, win, My Lady Play your sweet true lovers' song.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
