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Thread #61808 Message #995446
Posted By: GUEST,MCP, Lyr Add
02-Aug-03 - 05:34 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Leaves in the Woodland (Peter Bellamy)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE LEAVES IN THE WOODLAND (Peter Bellamy
Here are the words from the insert to The Transports record (except the repeated last lines,omitted on the insert, inserted by me). I haven't time to listen to it just now, but the sung words are sometimes not exactly what's in the insert, so I'll check what June sings later. I'll put the tune up too when I've time.
Mick
THE LEAVES IN THE WOODLAND (Peter Bellamy)
The grass in the meadow The reeds by the mere The sad boom of the bittern Is all that I hear And the leaves in the woodland and the gulls by the shore Cry: You never shall sit by your loved-ones no more You never shall sit by your loveds-ones no more.
When I was a young girl The world did seem gay But these cruel hard times Do drive comfort away And the leaves in the woodland and the gulls by the shore Cry: You never shall dance with your sweetheart no more You never shall dance with your sweetheart no more.
Once I gathered wild flowers In the sweet countryside But my garlands have withered My posies have died And the leaves in the woodland and the gulls by the shore Cry: You never shall lie with your husband no more You never shall lie with your husband no more.
Once I went a-courting But now my man's gone Once I was a mother But now I'm alone And the leaves in the woodland and the gulls by the shore Cry: You never shall walk with your men-folk no more You never shall walk with your men-folk no more.
Come all you young women That is free from all care Don't you never get married All sorrow lies there And the leaves in the woodland and the gulls by the shore Cry: the heart that is given no man may restore The heart that is given no man may restore.
Now the fields are all empty The hedgerows are bare Only wild desolation Do I now find there I'll go down to the river to ease all my pain And who knows, but I might find my dear ones again Who knows, but I might find my dear ones again.