Oh the sky was clear, the morn was fair No breath came over the sea When Mary left her highland home And wandered forth with me All the flowers decked the mountainside And fragrance filled the vale By far the sweetest flower there Was the rose of Allendale
Sweet rose of Allendale Sweet rose of Allendale By far the sweetest flower there Was the rose of Allendale
Where e'er I wandered to the east and to the west And faith began to lower Consoling still was she to me In sorrow's lonely hour Oh tempest wrecked my lonely boat And they wrecked the quivering sails One maiden fond withstood the storm Was the rose of Allendale
Sweet rose of Allendale Sweet rose of Allendale One maiden fond withstood the storm Was the rose of Allendale
And when my feeble lips were parched On Africa's burning sands She whispered hopes of happiness And tales of foreign lands My life has been a wilderness Unblessed by fortune's gain Had fate not linked my love to her Sweet rose of Allendale
Sweet rose of Allendale Sweet rose of Allendale Had fate not linked my love to her Sweet rose of AllendaleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
