Тексты песен Misc Folk

Come by the hills To the land where fancy is free. And stand where the peaks meet the sky And the lochs meet the sea. Where the rivers run clear And the bracken is gold in the sun. And the cares of to

The sun was setting in the west, the birds were singing on every Tree; All of nature seemed inclined to rest, but still there was no Rest for me. CHORUS: So farewell to Nova Scotia, your seabound coas

CHORUS: We'll roll the old chariots along, We'll roll the old chariots along, We'll roll the old chariots along, And we'll all hang on behind. Now our pay on time wouldn't do us any harm, Now our pay