歌曲 | Green Grow the Rashes |
歌手 | Eddi Reader |
专辑 | The Songs Of Robert Burns[Deluxe Edition] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
there’s nought but care on every hand | |
in every hour that passes, o | |
what signifies the worth of man | |
and ’twas na for the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
the worldy race may riches chase | |
and riches still may fly them, o | |
when last they catch them fast | |
their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
but gie me a canny hour at e’en | |
my arms about my dearie, o | |
and worldly cares, and worldly men | |
may all gae tapsalteerie, o | |
for you sae douse, ye sneer at this | |
you’re nought but senseless asses, o | |
the wisest man the world e’re saw | |
he dearly loved the lasses, o | |
old nature swears, the lovely dears | |
her noblest work she classes, o | |
her prentice hand she tried on man | |
and then she made the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e’er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
de-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da |
there' s nought but care on every hand | |
in every hour that passes, o | |
what signifies the worth of man | |
and ' twas na for the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
the worldy race may riches chase | |
and riches still may fly them, o | |
when last they catch them fast | |
their hearts can ne' er enjoy them, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
but gie me a canny hour at e' en | |
my arms about my dearie, o | |
and worldly cares, and worldly men | |
may all gae tapsalteerie, o | |
for you sae douse, ye sneer at this | |
you' re nought but senseless asses, o | |
the wisest man the world e' re saw | |
he dearly loved the lasses, o | |
old nature swears, the lovely dears | |
her noblest work she classes, o | |
her prentice hand she tried on man | |
and then she made the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
dedadadadadadadadadada |
there' s nought but care on every hand | |
in every hour that passes, o | |
what signifies the worth of man | |
and ' twas na for the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
the worldy race may riches chase | |
and riches still may fly them, o | |
when last they catch them fast | |
their hearts can ne' er enjoy them, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
but gie me a canny hour at e' en | |
my arms about my dearie, o | |
and worldly cares, and worldly men | |
may all gae tapsalteerie, o | |
for you sae douse, ye sneer at this | |
you' re nought but senseless asses, o | |
the wisest man the world e' re saw | |
he dearly loved the lasses, o | |
old nature swears, the lovely dears | |
her noblest work she classes, o | |
her prentice hand she tried on man | |
and then she made the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
green grow the rashes, o | |
the sweetest hours that e' er I spent | |
were spent among the lasses, o | |
dedadadadadadadadadada |