Baloo My Boy - (OST " A Field In England") | Текст песни

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• (OST " A Field In England")

Baloo, my boy, lie stood and sleep
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep
If thou'lt be silent I'll be glad
Thy moaning makes my heart full sad
Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy
Thy father bred me great annoy
Baloo, baloo
Baloo, baloo
Baloo, baloo
Lu-If-If-flu

O'er thee I keep my lonely watch
Intent thy lightest breath to catch
O, when thou wak'st to see thee smile
And thus my sorrow to beguile
Baloo, my boy, thy mother's joy
Thy father bred me great annoy
Baloo, my boy, lie stood and sleep
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep

Twelve weary months have cnept away
Since he upon thy natal day left thee and me
To seek afar a bloody fate in doubtful war
Baloo, my boy, lie stood and sleep
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep
If thou'It be silent, I'll be glad
Thy moaning makes my heart full sad

I dreamed a dream but yesternight
Thy father slain in foreign fight
He, wounded, stood beside my bed
His blood ran down upon thy head
He spoke no word but looked on me
Bent low and gave a kiss to thee
Baloo, baloo, my darling boy
Thou'rt now alone thy mothers joy


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