Matty Groves-Johnny Logan

歌手 : Johnny Logan

专辑 : Irish Soul

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:22

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TXT Matty Groves-Johnny Logan 文本歌词

Matty Groves - Johnny Logan

Written by：Sean Sherrard/Traditional/Boe Larsen

A holiday a holiday

First one of the year

Lord Donald's wife came into the church

Some gospel for to hear

And when the meeting it was done

She cast her eyes about

There she saw little matty groves

Walking in the crowd

Come home with me little matty groves

Come home with me tonight

Come home with me little matty groves

And sleep with me till light

I can't come home

I won't come home

I can't come home from my life

But I can tell by the rings on your fingers

That you are our Lord Donald's wife

Well it's true I am Lord Donald's wife

But lord donald's is not at home

He is out in the far corn fields

Bringing the yearlings home

Well matty groves he lay down

And he took a little sleep

When he awoke Lord Donald

He was standing at his feet

Saying how do you like my feathered bed

And how do you like my sheets

How do you like my lady

Who lies in your arms asleep

Oh it's well I like your feathered bed

And well I like your sheets

But better I like your lady wife

Who lies in my arms asleep

Well get up get up Lord Donald cried

Get up as quick as you can

And let it never be said in fair Ireland

That I slew a naked man

I can't get up

I won't get up

I can't get up for my life

For you have two fine beaten swords

I but a pocket knife

Well it's true I have two beaten swords

And they cost me deep in the purse

But you shall have the better of them

And I'm shall have the worse

And you shall strike the very first blow

Strike it like a man

And I will strike the very next blow

And I will kill you if I can

And kill you if I can

Well matty struck the very first blow

He heard lord donald soar

Lord donald struck the very next blow

And matty he struck no more

And then lord donald he took his wife

He sat her down upon his knee

Now who do you like the better of us

Little matty groves or me

Then lord donald his wife did speak

I never heard her speak so free

I'd rather kiss dead matty's lips

Than yours and your finery

Then lord donald he jumped up

And loudly did he bawl

He drew his sword and end his wife

To the back of a wall

Oh a grave oh a grave lord donald cried

To put these lovers in

And bury my lady at the top

For she was of a noble kin