Fair is my Morag, my maiden, my Morag My tender young Morag that lives in yon glen I dream of my Morag, dream-wander with Morag Where leaps the brown burn from the mist on the ben Where leaps the brown burn from the mist on the ben
Sweet as hill waters, cool waters, hill waters My maiden, my Morag, asleep in yon glen And cool as the water, like the rush of a river Comes this dream to my hot heart, parch'd dry as the plain This dream to my hot heart, parch'd dry as the plain
For fair is my Morag, my maiden, my Morag My tender young Morag that lives in yon glen And dreaming of Morag, dream-wand'ring with Morag I hear the stream sing again beneath the cold ben I hear the stream sing again beneath the cold benTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
