Letras The Lady and the Roving Blade - The Irish Rovers

The Lady and the Roving Blade

He always was a rover who never settled down\nFreedom of the open road kept him rambling 'round\nSongs and storytelling were his stock and trade\nHappy as a lark was the jolly Roving Blade\nAnd she was born a lady into high society\nAt home among the gentry and raised most properly\nBeautiful and charming, the young men came to call\nNone could take her fancy; she refused them all\nLove is everywhere, elusive as the wind\nBlowing hot or cold, no one know where it begins\nA stirring in the blood and the heart begins to sing\nGrowing to a flower like a blossom in the spring\nThey met by chance on morning, 'twas on a market day\nThey joined in conversation and the time, it whiled away\nEverything in common, be it a hundred worlds apart\nBut Cupid’s always blind in matters of the heart\nLove is everywhere, elusive as the wind\nBlowing hot or cold, no one know where it begins\nA stirring in the blood and the heart begins to sing\nGrowing to a flower like a blossom in the spring\nEnchanted by each other, they walked along the strand\nAs close as long-lost lovers, strolling hand in hand\nSaid he, «I know this country, and could show you all its charms»\nSaid she, «I'll gladly go with you and nestle in your arms»\nLove is everywhere, elusive as the wind\nBlowing hot or cold, no one know where it begins\nA stirring in the blood and the heart begins to sing\nGrowing to a flower like a blossom in the spring\nThe Lady and the Roving Blade answered Cupid’s call\nAnd found a lasting true love — the most precious gift of all\nArm in arm together, they followed true love’s ways\nTwo hearts joined as one, now, forever and a day\nLove is everywhere, elusive as the wind\nBlowing hot or cold, no one know where it begins\nA stirring in the blood and the heart begins to sing\nGrowing to a flower like a blossom in the spring\nA stirring in the blood and the heart begins to sing\nGrowing to a flower like a blossom in the spring