Текст песни Ralph McTell - Pity the Boy
Ralph McTell - Pity the Boy слова песни
Pity the boy who marries for moneyOr wealth and positionThinking his troubles will fade out of mind.Pity the boy who marries for beautyOnly to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies.Better by far to marry for love,Stay broke for the rest of your daysThan to settle down for the sake ofEnding your rambling waysAnd they won`t endAnd thinking about themYour time you will spend.Pity the girl who marries for dutyBelieving in time if she works at her heartIt will turn into love.Pity the girl who marries for strengthAnd protection, she`ll findIn the shade of a great tree nothing can grow.Better by far to marry for loveAnd stay broke for the rest of your daysThan to settle down for the sake ofEnding the games you have playedThey won`t endAnd thinking about them Your time you will spend.Bless the child that`s born of a unionGrown out of loveHe`s richer by far, he`s got more than enoughBless the child who walks in that unionGrows in that loveHis riches are more than the stars under heaven.