Текст песни Tim O`Brien - Down in the Willow Garden
Tim O`Brien - Down in the Willow Garden слова песни
Down in the willow gardenWhere me and my true love did meetIt was there we went a courtingMy love fell off to sleepI had a bottle of burgundy wineMy true love she did not knowIt was there I murdered that dear little girl Down on the banks belowI drew my saber through herIt was a bloody knifeI threw her into the riverIt was an awful sightMy father often told me That money would set me freeIf I`d but murder that dear little girl Who`s name was Rose ConnelyNow he stands at his cabin doorWiping his tear dimmed eyeGazing on his own dear son Upon the scaffold highMy race is run beneath the sun The devil is waiting for meFor I did murder that dear little girl Who`s name was Rose Connely