Eric Burdon - Factory Girl | Текст песни

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• Eric Burdon
• Factory Girl

As I went out walking one fine summer morning
The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing
The lads and the lasses in couples were courtin'
Going back to the factory their work to begin

I spied one among them, she was fairer than most
Her cheeks like a red rose, that blooms in the spring
Her hair like a lily, that grows in yon valley
She was only a hard - working Factory girl

He sat soft beside her, more closely to view her
She says, "My young man, don't stare me so"
I said: "I`ve gold in my pockets and silver as well"
No more shall you answer that factory call

Now the years have gone past from the days of our youth
Our home is now teeming with children at play
Life goes on in the village you can still hear the whistle
"Hey there goes that lad with his factory girl.

You can still hear the sound
Of the factory call.