Тексты песен «Robin Williamson»

blow blow thou winters wynd thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude as man's ingratitude thy tooth is not so keen because thou art not seen although thy breath be rude although thy breath be rude freeze freeze thou...

Brian O'Linn had no britches to wear So he got him a sheepskin to make him a pair The leather side out and the wooly side in "Sure its great summers clothing." said Brian O'Linn Brian O'Linn had no watch to...

I got a gift of butter, now Good butter it was claimed to be I don't think it was from a cow And if it was, it cowed me A beard was growing on the stuff A goatish beard without a doubt Ah. it was sickly, sour and rough...

Words and music RW 1978 As I came down by the weary well Going there to fill my can My fortune there I do declare She took me by the hand The lark gives tongue when summer comes Though time cracks every song As if...

By Robin Williamson Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals. Please never name yourself to me enough lies we see even the moonlight come rest, rest awhile beneath the shade of all the beauty you have made and shared with...

By Robin Williamson Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals. Dark eyed lady I believe you are the one I loved before you are the one I loved before beneath the eucalyptus of your garden door I see a face within your face...

when old jack frost has threatened his worst and fallen from branch to briar then welcome the nights that double delights in the light of a good going fire good fortune attend each merry man's friend that does but as...

And can a physician make sick men well? And can a magician a fortune divine? Without lily, germander. and sops in wine? With sweetbriar, and bonfire, Strawberry--wire and columbine Within and out, in and out, round as...

Froggy would a wooing go Cuddy alane. cuddy alane Froggy would a wooing go Cuddy alane and a Froggy would a wooing go Whether his mummy would let him or no Keek maleerie, cowden down Cuddy alane and a He went to...

green groweth the holly so doth the ivy though winter winds blow ne'er so high green groeth the...

where are you going says mildor to moldor where are you going says jack in the can where are you going says bob the red nose where are you going says everyone hunting the wren with bows and with arrows how will you cook...

By Robin Williamson Robin Williamson: Piano, mandolin and vocals. Stan Lee Buttons: Organ. You treat me so kindly how can I repay seeing your lips talking so lovely takes my breath away you make me restless but you...

My father left me an acre of land Ivy, sing ivy Between salt water and salt sea sand And a bunch of green holly and ivy I plowed it all under with an old rams horn I sowed it all over with nettles and corn I scythed...

by Robin Williamson I will remember Even when I'm dead A long winter's night You came stealing to my bed O and the snow was falling White all on the ground But it's warm with me Let fall you velvet gown...

Old Dan Tucker was a mean old man Washed his face in a frying pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel Died with a toothache in his heel Get out the way, old Dan Tucker Youre too late to get your supper Suppers over, and...

Words RW, music trad Irish: Nancya?'s Whiskey 1978 At age 14 they gave us training To number off by threes and give salutes To clean and fire the Lee and Enfield To answer smartly sir and shine the boots Me and all the...

Words and music Robin Williamsson 1978 I learned in school That I was mad if they were sane, you see They had to beat me black and blue They said it hurt them more than me But I learned who were my enemies and I...

by Robin Williamson Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run The air is cool as music when the day is gone And God paints the sky above Pacheco Through...

Pastime with good company I love and shall untill i die Grudge who will let none deny So god be pleased this life will i For my pastance* hunt sing and dance My heart is set All goodly sport for my comfort Who shall me...

By Robin Williamson When I was a little boy I used to take the time To go and see old Rab McPhee Down by the railway line He was getting on in years then you know And very fond of a drop of mountain whisky, and didn't...