John Wesley Harding - Edward - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

Kishore Kumar Hits — John Wesley Harding - Edward текст песни

Исполнитель: John Wesley Harding

альбом: Trad Arr Jones

What's that blood all on your shirt?
Son, come tell to me
Oh that's the blood of me own greyhound
He wouldn't run with me, with me
He wouldn't run with me
Oh, it's too pale for your greyhound's blood
Son, come tell to me
Then it's the blood of me own grey mare
He wouldn't hunt with me, with me
He wouldn't hunt with me
Oh, it's too red for your grey mare's blood
Son, come tell to me
Then it's the blood of my own dear brother
He wouldn't ride with me, with me
He wouldn't ride with me
And what were you all quarreling about?
Son, come tell to me
Oh it's all about a little holly bush
And it might have made a tree, a tree
Might have made a tree
And what will you do when your father comes to know?
Son, come tell to me
I'll set sail in the little sailing boat
I'll sail across the sea, the sea
I'll sail across the sea
And what will you do with your pretty little wife?
Son, come tell to me
Oh she'll sail along in my little sailing boat
She'll sail along with me, with me
She'll sail along with me
And what will you do with your eldest son?
Son, come tell to me
Oh I'll leave him here for you to raise
Rock all upon your knee, your knee
To rock all upon your knee
And when will you come back again?
Son, come tell to me
When the sun and the moon they're on yonder hill
I know that will never be, never be
I know that will never never be

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