文本歌词

The Cuckoo - Pentangle
Written by：Traditional
Oh the cuckoo
She is a pretty bird she sings as she flies
She bringeth good tidings she telleth no lies
She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear
And the march she sings a cuckoo
Till summer draweth near
As I once was a walking and talking one day
I met my own true love as he came that way
Though the meeting him was pleasure
Though the courting was woe
For I've found him false hearted
He'd kiss me and then he'd go
I wish I was a scholar
And could handle the pen
I'd write to my lover and to all roving men
I would tell them of the grief and woe
That attend on their lies
I would wish them have pity
On the flower when it dies
I wish I was a scholar
And could handle the pen
I'd write to my lover and to all roving men
I would tell them of the grief and woe
That attend on their lies
I would wish them have pity
On the flower when it dies
As I once was awalking and talking one day
I met my own true love as he came that way
Though the meeting him was pleasure
Though the courting was woe
For I've found him false hearted
He'd kiss me and then he'd goes
The cuckoo is a pretty bird she sings as she flies
She bringeth good tidings she telleth no lies
She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear
And the march she sings cuckoo
Till summer draweth near
And the march she sings cuckoo
Till summer draweth near