Barbary Allen-Norma Waterson
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TXT Barbary Allen-Norma Waterson 文本歌词
Now in the first part of the year
When green buds they were swelling
Young Johnny Rose on his deathbed lay
For love of Barbara Allen Allen
For love of Barbary Allen
He sent his men all down to her hall
To the place where she was dwelling
For you must come to my master's house
If your name is Barbary Allen Allen
If your name is Barbary Allen
For death is painted upon his face
And on his heart is stealing
So come you now to comfort him
If your name is Barbary Allen Allen
If your name is Barbary Allen
Though death is painted upon his face
And on his heart is stealing
Yet little better shall he be
Though my name is Barbary Allen Allen
Though my name is Barbary Allen
So slowly slowly she's got up
And slowly's come she nigh him
But all she said when she saw him there
Young man I think you're dying
If on your death bed you do lie
What needs the tale you're telling
I cannot keep you from your death
Though my name is Barbary Allen Allen
Though my name is Barbary Allen
Oh look at my bedhead he cried
And there you'll find it ticking
My gold watch and my gold chain
I'll leave to Barbary Allen Allen
I'll leave to Barbary Allen
And look at my bed foot he cried
And there you'll see them lying
Bloody sheets and bloody shirts
I've sweated for you Allen
And as she walked all across the field
She's heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke that death bell gave
Cried Woe be to you Allen
And then she's turned herself around
She saw his corpse a-coming
Lie down lie down your weary load
Till I get to gaze upon him
When he's dead and laid in his grave
Her heart was struck with sorrow
Oh mother mother make my bed
For I must die tomorrow
Hard-hearted was I him to slight
He who loved me dearly
Oh had I been more kind to him
When he was alive and near me near me
When he was alive and near me
And she upon her death bed lay
Bed to be buried by him
And she's repented of the day
That ever she did deny him
Barbary Allen - Norma Waterson
