The Well

Tradução

Omnia

Compositor: J.E. Evans-van der Harten / S. Evans-van der Harten

Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

A gentleman was passing by
And he stopped for a drink
As he was dry

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

My pack is full unto the brim
And if I were to stoop I might fall in

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

If your true love was passing by
You'd fill him a drink if he were dry

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

She swore by grass, she swore by corn
Her true love had never been born

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

He said: Young girl you're swearing wrong
Six fine children you've born

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

If you be the man of noble fame
You'll tell to me the father of them

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

There's two of them by your brother John
At the well below the valley oh
Another two by your uncle Dan
At the well below the valley oh
Another two by your father dear
At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

If you be the man of noble fame
You'll tell to me what happened to them

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

There's two buried 'neath the kitchen door
At the well below the valley oh
Another two near the stable door
At the well below the valley oh
Another two just beside the well
At the well below the valley oh
All of them outside the graveyard wall

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

If you be the man of noble fame
You'll tell to me what'll happen to me

At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

You'll be seven years of ringing a bell
At the well below the valley oh
Seven years of burning in hell
At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh

I'll be seven years of ringing a bell
But the Lord above might save my soul (I don't think so)
From burning in hell at the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh!

Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh