Paroles de The High Swelling Of The Sea

Last night I was dreaming of the girls of the cattle fold Fine, noble, gentle girls they were Singing songs on the shieling I spent last night on the shieling I spent last night on the shieling I passed the joyous, happy night With the girls of the sheiling. Last night I was dreaming of the girls of the cattle fold Fine, noble, gentle girls they were Singing songs on the shieling I spent last night on the shieling I spent last night on the shieling I passed the joyous, happy night With the girls of the sheiling.