Kate Price - The Journey On
ирландская народная песня
Текстacross the southern hills
we journey once again
to travel thus has always been our way
to winter in the south
and summer in the north
and so we traveled on another day
for life lays out before us
like a sparrow in the dawn
when winter snows approach we move on
little can we carry
little do we own
we live but for the mother's gentle grace
often do we toil
but often life is sweet
and when we go we leave without a trace
for life lays out before us
as we head towards the warm
to live we must find shelter from the storm
midway through the cross
i heard her call my name
and turned to see her rested by a tree
no further could she walk
no more could we delay
but as i stopped these words i heard her say
you must go on alone now
you must walk with the free
the western gate has opened now for me
for life lays out before you
as the raven beckons on
my days are gone, now you must carry on
many years have passed
and my time now grows short
the journey beckons harder every year
i know the day will come
when i will be the one
who's left behind by those who i hold dear
and life will lay before them
and life will carry on
when my days are done they will carry on
when the western gate has opened
she will call me to her breast
and it's in my mother's arms i will rest
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28.10.2010 в 13:11Кстати возможно я сильно не прав... но вместо beckons в предпоследнем куплете мне слышится becomes...
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28.10.2010 в 13:32