Proud Margret stood at her father's doorway As straight as willow wand And by there came a gardener bold With red rose in his hand, his hand With red rose in his hand
You shall have my rose, fair maiden If you give your flower to me Among the flowers in your father's garden I'll make a gown for thee, for thee I'll make a gown for thee
And it shall be of sweet smelling thyme Your apron celandine Your petticoat of the chamomile Come kiss sweetheart and join, and join Come kiss sweetheart and join
Your glove shall be of the clover flower Your shoes of the rue so fine I'll line them with the cornflower blue So join your love with mine, with mine So join your love with mine
Since you have made a gown for me Among the summer flowers So I will make a suit for thee Among the winter showers, the showers Among the winter showers
The milk-white snow will be your shirt That lies your body next And the night-black rain will be your coat With the wind gale at your breast, your breast With the wind gale at your breast
The horse that you shall ride upon Will be of the wintry grey And every time that you pass by I'll wish you were away, away I'll wish you were awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
