الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
The winter is past, and the summer's come at last
And the small birds are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad, but mine is very sad
Since my true love is far away from me
The rose upon the briar like the water running clear
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed, but mine is not at rest
Since my true love is far away from me
Chorus:
For straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
It's there I'll find tidings of my dear
A livery I'll wear and I'll comb back my hair
And in velvet of green I will appear
(Chorus)
You that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain that you endure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
A woe that no mortal can cure
(Chorus 2x)
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