Quassù 2019.3

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Folksongs: The Water is Wide

Anonimo: The Water is Wide ovvero Waly, waly, canto di origine scozzese. Alfred Deller, controtenore; Desmond Dupré, liuto.

The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
And neither have I wings to fly,
O give me a boat that will carry two
And both can row, my love and I.

O down in the meadows the other day
A-gathering flow’rs, both fine and gay,
A-gathering flow’rs, both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.

I lean’d my back up against some oak,
Thinking that he was a trusty tree.
But first he bended and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.

A ship there is and she sails the sea,
She’s loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I’m in.
I know not if I sink or swim.

O love is handsome and love is fine,
And love’s a jewel while it is new;
But when it is old it groweth cold
And fades away like morning dew.

Dedicato alla dark più dolce che io conosca 🙂