Letras de Fair Flowers Of The Valley - Tim O'Brien

Fair Flowers Of The Valley (original)

There were three sisters in the wood, o fair flowers of the valley
And there they met a robber bold, and the birds they sang so sweetly
He showed the eldest his weapon knife o fair flowers of the valley
Will you go with me or lose your life, and the birds they sang so sweetly
O I’d rather that I lose my life, o fair flowers of the valley
Before I’d be a robbers wife, and the birds they sang so sweetly
Then with his knife so keen and sharp, o fair flowers of the valley
He pierced that maiden through the heart, and the birds they sang so sweetly
He showed the second his weapon knife, o fair flowers of the valley
Will you go with me or lose your life, and the birds they sang so sweetly
O I’d rather that I lose my life, o fair flowers of the valley
Before I’d be a killer’s wife, and the birds they sang so sweetly
Then with his knife so keen and sharp, o fair flowers of the valley
He pierced that maiden through the heart
And the birds they sang so sweetly
He showed the youngest his weapon knife, o fair flowers of the valley
Will you be mine or lose your life, and the birds they sang so sweetly
O I will never be your wife, o fair flowers of the valley
Nor do I fear to lose my life, and the birds they sang so sweetly
For I have a brother in these woods, o fair flowers of the valley
For many years an outlaw bold, and the birds they sang so sweetly
Before he’d let me be your wife, o fair flowers of the valley
He’d quickly take away your life, and the birds they sang so sweetly
Oh sister dear what have I done, o fair flowers of the valley
For now I know I’m your brother John, and the birds they sang so sweetly
He put his knife against his heart, o fair flowers of the valley
And from his sister he did part, and the birds they sang so sweetly

(traducción)

Había tres hermanas en el bosque, oh bellas flores del valle
Y allí se encontraron con un atrevido ladrón, y los pájaros que cantaban tan dulcemente
Mostró al mayor su arma cuchillo o bellas flores del valle
¿Irás conmigo o perderás tu vida, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente?
Oh, prefiero perder la vida, oh bellas flores del valle
Antes de ser la esposa de un ladrón, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente
Luego, con su cuchillo tan afilado y afilado, oh bellas flores del valle
Atravesó el corazón de esa doncella, y los pájaros cantaron tan dulcemente
Mostró al segundo su arma cuchillo, o bellas flores del valle
¿Irás conmigo o perderás tu vida, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente?
Oh, prefiero perder la vida, oh bellas flores del valle
Antes de ser la esposa de un asesino, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente
Luego, con su cuchillo tan afilado y afilado, oh bellas flores del valle
Atravesó el corazón de esa doncella
Y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente
Mostró al menor su arma cuchillo, oh bellas flores del valle
¿Serás mía o perderás tu vida, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente?
Oh, nunca seré tu esposa, oh bellas flores del valle
Ni temo perder mi vida, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente
Porque tengo un hermano en estos bosques, oh bellas flores del valle
Durante muchos años, un forajido audaz, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente
Antes de que me dejara ser tu esposa, oh bellas flores del valle
Rápidamente te quitaría la vida, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente
Oh hermana querida que he hecho, oh bellas flores del valle
Porque ahora sé que soy tu hermano John, y los pájaros cantaban tan dulcemente
Puso su cuchillo contra su corazón, oh bellas flores del valle
Y de su hermana se separó, y los pájaros cantaron tan dulcemente