Dave Goulder & Liz Dyer - Sandwood Down To Kyle | Текст песни

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• Dave Goulder & Liz Dyer
• Sandwood Down To Kyle

One Monday morn as I went out
The wild birds for to see
I met a man upon the road
And asked for charity.

Come home with me and take your fill
And comfort you shall find
And tell me why you walk the road
That leaves the hills behind.

For time has spent the summer, sir
And soon the leaves will fall
And I hear a change within the wind
That plays around your walls.

For the bird must flee the winter, sir
She cannot stay behind
To build her nest upon the snow
Nor can I look for mine.

But if I could have a hundred homes
And dwell in each a while
I'd build them all along the coast
From Sandwood down to Kyle.