Michael歌词

作词 : Joan Baez
作曲 : Joan Baez
In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love
For she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie
One day by the banks of the river
Midst tears and gossamer
Sweet Michael rowed his boat ashore
And came to rescue her
And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Could love as she could then?
For he was likened to Pretty Boy Floyd
And also John Riley
And a brave and handsome railroad boy
And the Silkie of the Sule Skerry
And there in the night with Michael
While he lay fast asleep
She put her brow to the window pane
And in the stillness of love did weep
And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Could love as she did then?
You've heard of the House of the Rising Sun
And what careless love can do
You've heard of the wildwood flower
That fades in the morning dew
And of the ship that circles three times round
And sank beneath the sea
You've heard of Barbara Allen
And now you've heard of me
And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will ever love again?