Curragh Of Kildare - Bert Jansch

作曲：Traditional/Bert Jansch

Over winter has passed

And the summer's come at last

And the small birds are singing in the trees

Oh their little hearts are blessed

Ah but mine is very sad

For my true love is far away from me

Her river aware

And I come back my heart

And got length of green I will bear

And that straight I will gather

To the curragh of kildare

For it's there that I'll finds tidings of my dear

All rose on the briar

And the waters run to clear

Bring joy to the linnet and the bee

Oh their little hearts are blessed

Ah but mine is very sad

For my true love is far away from me

Oh you who are in love

And cannot it remove

I pity the pain you do endure

For experience lets me know

That your hearts are full of woe

It's a woe that no mortal can cure

Oh the winter has passed

And the summer's come at last

The small birds are singing in the trees

Oh their little hearts are glad

Ah but mine is very sad

For my true love is far away from me