Pentangle

Rain And Snow - Pentangle ran me out in the cold rain and snow Well I married me a wife She gave me trouble all my life ran me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow, rain and snow ran me out in the cold rain and snow She came a running on down

The Snows - Pentangle The snows they melt the soonest when the wind begins to sing And the corn it ripens faster when the frosts are settlin' in And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget Before we part I'll wage a corn she's fain to f

You've been working so hard all day won't you take your rest You 've been driving my blues away Now it is my turn Come fly beneath my wings Sweet child it may not be for long Well I may be a drinking hard Like a fish not swim And I could be riding hi

This ae nighte, this ae nighte, Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule. When thou from hence away art past, Every nighte and alle, To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last; And Christe receive thy saule. If e

[ti:Waltz] [ar:Love Psychedelico] [al:] [00:01.52]Waltz [00:02.77] [00:03.58]分享:Morrison_Tsai [00:04.52] [00:05.39]Ride on, ride [00:07.34]Towa ni atta life [00:10.23]Ame wa arifureta love [00:13.49]every time nobody calls my name [00:17.90]Ai shita

[ti:Travelling Song] [ar:Pentangle] [al:Pentangling] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.28]Travelling Song - Pentangle [00:17.60]Sitting behind the front wheel [00:20.01] [00:20.59]Got my woman beside me too [00:23.36] [00:24.25]Hey baby we're going home [00:26

There lived a lady by the North Sea shore (Lay the bent to the bonnie broom) Two daughters were the babes she bore (Fa la la la la la la la la la) alternating with each of the lines below> As one grew bright as is the sun, So coal black grew the elde

Once I had a sweetheart and now I have none Once I had a sweetheart and now I have none He's gone and left me He's gone and left me Gone and left me in sorrow to mourn Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see Last night in sweet slumber I drea

[ti:Bells] [ar:Laura Jansen] [al:] [t_time:(04:10)] [00:00.00]Laura Jansen - Bells [00:03.32] [00:14.63]I know it's late [00:16.87]I know the curtain's drawn [00:20.40]over your window [00:23.01] [00:26.25]Maybe fate or maybe [00:29.63]just the tug o

Pentangling - Pentangle The summer slips below the surface Floating slowly in clear water Drinking sunlight through the fisheye See the moon broken Moonflowers bright with people walking Drinking wine and eating fruit and laughing Heart and soul life

Well I once could have married the king's third son And a fine young man was he But now I'm married to a house carpenter And a noisy old man is he. "(but) Will you forsake your house carpenter And a go along with a me I will take you to where the gra

Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - Pentangle Come all you fair and tender girls That flourish in your prime Beware, beware, keep your garden fair Let no man steal your thyme Let no man steal your thyme For when your thyme is past and gone He'll care no mo

Let's get away, you say, find a better place, Miles and miles away from the city's race, Look around for someone lying in the sunshine Marking time, hear the sighs, close your eyes... Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da... Stepping from cloud to

There was a lady from the North, One scarse could find her marrow, She was courted by nine gentlemen, And a ploughboy lad from Yarrow. These nine sat drinking at the wine, As they had done before, They made a vow amongst themselves, To fight for her

Light Flight - Pentangle Let's get away, you say, find a better place, Miles and miles away from the city's race, Look around for someone lying in the sunshine Marking time, hear the sighs, close your eyes... Ba - da - pa do da da - ba - pa do da da.

The king has been a prisoner, And a prisoner long in Spain, And Willie of the Winsbury Has lain long with his daughter at home. "What ails you, what ails you, my daughter Janet, Why you look so pale and wan? Oh, have you had any sore sickness Or yet

As I did travel all on a journey Over the wayside and under a dark moon Hanging above a mountain I spied a young man riding a fine horse Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland There go the hunting and cries And there followed after ten kin

The Cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies. She bringeth good tidings, she telleth no lies She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear And she never sings "cuckoo" till summer draweth near As I once was a-walking and talking o