Тексты песен Steeleye Span

Traditional Riddle 1: In marble halls as white as milk Lined with skin as soft as silk Within a fountain crystal clear A golden apple doth appear No doors there are to this stronghold Yet thieves brea

Lay still my fond shepherd and don't you rise yet It's a fine dewy morning and besides, my love, it is wet. Oh let it be wet my love and ever so cold I will rise my fond Floro and away to my fold. Oh