Последний бродяга Lyrics & Chords By Тикки Шельен

Across the dewy morning hills of Erin Rode Niamh Chinn Oir on a snow-white steed To Oisin, poet of the Fianna For she fain would this mortal wed. Ride with me to the fairyland of...read more

My boat moved out to sea And friends grew small from me Waving from the shore Will I see you more? The land is misty, my eyes are too The gulls are crying for me and you. And...read more

Were the calf to die in the womb And the ewe to bear her lamb too soon Should the field of barley fail And the baby at your breast grow pale Our love will not mildewed grow – no....read more

Daddy bought an Aberdeen Angus cow for Marie He showed her how to manage the milking Marie just giggled at me Sold the milk then to buy a red hen We kept in me grandmother's...read more

There she stands among the daffodils she sells Dressed in blue and yellow I wonder why I fell so much in love with her Daisy Lady, I wonder maybe if Some lazy day you’ll stray...read more