Shirley Collins - Over The Hills And Far Away | Текст песни

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• Over The Hills And Far Away

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Played to me when I was young;
And the only tune that he could play
Was Over the Hills and Far Away.
Were I laid on Greenland's coast
And in my arm embraced my lass,
Warm against the eternal frost,
Too soon the half year's night would pass.
Chorus:
And I would love you all the day,
Ev'ry hour would kiss and play,
If with me you'd fondly stray
Over the hills and far away.
Were I sold on Indian soil,
Soon as the burning day would close,
I could mock the sultry toil,
When on my charmer's breast reposed.
(Chorus)
Over the hills and a long way off
The wind doth blow my top-knot off

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