Wild Silk - The Gardener's Son | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Wild Silk
• The Gardener's Son

When I was a maiden fair and young
I florished in my prime, prime
Till a proper tall young man came in
And stole this heart of mine, mine
And stole this heart of mine

The gardener's son being standing by
Three gifts he gave to me, me
The pink, the rue, the violet blue
And the red red rosy tree, tree
The red red rosy tree

Come all you maids wherever you be
That florish in your prime, prime
Be wise, beware, keep free from care
Let no man steel your time, time
Let no man steel your time

When I was a maiden fair and young
I florished in my prime, prime
Till a proper tall young man came in
And stole this heart of mine, mine
And stole this heart of mine

The gardener's son being standing by
Three gifts he gave to me, me
The pink, the rue, the violet blue
And the red red rosy tree, tree
The red red rosy tree

Come all you maids wherever you be
That florish in your prime, prime
Be wise, beware, keep free from care
Let no man steel your time, time
Let no man steel your time

When I was a maiden fair and

Wild Silk еще тексты