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Very slightly filked lyrics below:  
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I wish, I wish my baby was born
<song>
And sitting on its papa's knee
I wish, I wish my baby was born
And me, poor girl, were dead and gone
And sitting on its papa's knee
And the cold marsh growing o'er my feet
And me, poor girl, were dead and gone
And the cold marsh growing o'er my feet


I ain't ahead, nor never will be
I ain't ahead, nor never will be
Till the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree
Till the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree
But still I hope the time will come
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one
When you and I shall be as one


I wish, I wish my love had died
I wish, I wish my love had died
And sent his soul to wander free
And sent his soul to wander free
Then we might meet where ravens fly
Then we might meet where ravens fly
Let our poor bodies rest in peace
Let our poor bodies rest in peace
 
(optional)
The owl, the owl is a lonely bird
It chills my heart with grief and terror
That someone's blood there on his wing
That someone's blood there on his feathers.


(optional)
The owl, the owl is a lonely bird
It chills my heart with grief and terror
That someone's blood there on his wing
That someone's blood there on his feathers.
</song>


[[Category:Wintermark Music]]
[[Category:Wintermark Music]]
[[Category:Wintermark]]
[[Category:Wintermark]]
[[Category:Music]]
[[Category:Music]]

Revision as of 10:18, 24 July 2012

Trad.

See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAG7owjQkAc Tim Eriksen, Riley Baugus & Tim O'Brien

Very slightly filked lyrics below:

I wish, I wish my baby was born And sitting on its papa's knee And me, poor girl, were dead and gone And the cold marsh growing o'er my feet

I ain't ahead, nor never will be Till the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree But still I hope the time will come When you and I shall be as one

I wish, I wish my love had died And sent his soul to wander free Then we might meet where ravens fly Let our poor bodies rest in peace

(optional) The owl, the owl is a lonely bird It chills my heart with grief and terror That someone's blood there on his wing That someone's blood there on his feathers.