Month Of January

歌手: Dolores Keane John Faulkner • 专辑:Broken Hearted I'll Wander • 发布时间:2008-06-10
It was in the month of January, all in the frost and snow
When through the hills and valleys my true love she did go
It was there I spied a pretty young girl with the salt tear in her eye
She held a baby in her ar-ms and bitterly she did cry
Saying "Cruel was my father, who barred the door on me
And cruel was my mother, a dreadful crime to see
Cruel was my own true love, who changed his love for gold
And cruel were the wintery winds that pierced my heart with cold"
For the taller that a pine tree grows the sweeter is the bark
And the fairer that a young man speaks, the falser is his heart
For he'll kiss you and caress you till they think they have you won
Then they'll go away and leave you all for some other one
So come all you pretty fair young maids a warning take by me
And never try and build your nest on top of any tall tree
For the green leaves they will wither and the roots will decay
And the blushes of a false young man will soon all fade away
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