Memories like voices that call on the wind
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Whispered and tossed on the tide coming in,
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.
Songs like the dream that the bal maidens spin
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Weaving the song of the cry of the tin,
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.
Voices like songs that are heard in the dawn
Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns
Singing the secrets of children unborn
Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.
Eleanor Tomlinson (as Demelza Poldark) еще тексты
Другие названия этого текста
- Eleanor Tomlinson - Medhel an gwyns (0)
- Poldark - Demelza's song (ep.8) (Soft is the Wind) (0)
- Eleanor Tomlinson (as Demelza Poldark) - Medhel an Gwyns (0)
- Poldark - Demelza's song (ep.8) (0)
Оценка текста
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 2