Bless Ye Fair Maids
By Gordon Bok (2001)
On album Dear to Our Island (2001)
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The candle's at the window and the sun is in the West
And the baby's in the cradle and the bird is on the nest
The young man's gone a-courting but the old man's home to stay
And in the fire's failing light we heard the old man say
Bless ye the setting of the sun, the candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one, that never came to warm my bed
Farewell whatever salty seas I never sailed upon
Farewell whatever roads that go where I have never gone
Farewell a hundred fallow fields that never did I plow
Farewell a hundred distant hills that I shall not climb now
Farewell to every tree whose fruit I never gathered up
Farewell to every jug in town that never filled my cup
Farewell the rivers fair and far that never I have crossed
And farewell the gold I never found and the silver I have lost
And the baby's in the cradle and the bird is on the nest
The young man's gone a-courting but the old man's home to stay
And in the fire's failing light we heard the old man say
Bless ye the setting of the sun, the candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one, that never came to warm my bed
Farewell whatever salty seas I never sailed upon
Farewell whatever roads that go where I have never gone
Farewell a hundred fallow fields that never did I plow
Farewell a hundred distant hills that I shall not climb now
Farewell to every tree whose fruit I never gathered up
Farewell to every jug in town that never filled my cup
Farewell the rivers fair and far that never I have crossed
And farewell the gold I never found and the silver I have lost
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