Текст песни Nickel Creek - Sweet Afton
Nickel Creek - Sweet Afton слова песни
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braesFlow gently, I`ll sing thee a song in thy praiseMy Mary`s asleep by thy murmuring streamFlow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dreamThou stock dove whose echo resounds thro` the glenYe wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny denThou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbearI charge you, disturb not my slumbering fairOh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hillsFar mark`d with the courses of clear winding rillsThere daily I wander as noon rises high, ooohMy flocks and my Mary`s sweet cot in my eyeHow pleasant thy banks and green valleys belowWhere, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blowThere oft, as mild evening sweeps over the leaThe sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and meThy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glidesAnd winds by the cot where my Mary residesHow wanton thy waters her snowy feet laveAs, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear waveFlow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braesFlow gently, sweet river, the theme of my laysMy Mary`s asleep by thy murmuring streamSo flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dreams