Letra de St. Malo

I've been proud of my place, taking the back streets, Not an easy thing to do, listen to me now I've been out in a crowd, beating the bounds in and It's never been easy, bough from the willow tree, Keeping the birch off me, it's never been easy Take me walking if you go, round the walls of st. Malo Knights in houses either side, one a secret one a bride Tell me stories as we go round the walls of st. Malo I can hear them whispering as the night bird starts to sing I've been counting the worms in the woodwork, Not an easy thing to do, listen to me now I am humble and know keeping my eyes low but It's never been easy, bough from the willow tree Keeping the birch off me, it's never been easy Take me walking if you go, round the walls of st. Malo Knights in houses either side, one a secret one a bride Tell me stories as we go round the walls of st. Malo I can hear them whispering as the night bird starts to sing Take me walking, let me go, round the walls of st. Malo By the window she will stand, broken body in her hand No more song of sweet sorrow, round the walls of st. Malo Bind her heart in golden thread, for her nightingale is dead.