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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.