《Londonderry Air》歌词

[00:00:00] Would God I were the tender apple blossom

[00:00:45] That floats and falls from off the twisted bough

[00:00:56] To lie and faint within your silken bosom

[00:00:57] Within your silken bosom as that does now

[00:00:58] Or would I were a little burnish'd apple

[00:01:09] For you to pluck me gliding by so cold

[00:01:31] While sun and shade you robe of lawn will dapple

[00:01:33] Your robe of lawn and you hair's spun gold

[00:03:11] Yea would to God I were among the roses

[00:03:12] That lean to kiss you as you float between

[00:03:15] While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses

[00:03:18] A bud uncloses to touch you queen

[00:03:23] Nay since you will not love would I were growing

[00:03:24] A happy daisy in the garden path

[00:03:29] That so your silver foot might press me going

[00:03:31] Might press me going even unto death