Vārdi:
Faithfull Marianne North Country Maid

north country. No doubt if I please, I could marry with ease, Where maidens are fair, many lovers will come. But he that I wed must be north country

When cockleshells turn silver bells Then will my love return to me Then will my love return to me Then will my love return to me Love return to me Love

Green are your eyes In the morning when you rise. Don't you be afraid, my love, To lie by me, Your father will not know. Love can be broken Though no

Hush now little one, The day has lost its glow The night falls softly round The sandman's sleepy saws. Sleep. The stars will shine tonight High up in

the north country. No doubt if I please, I could marry with ease, Where maidens are fair, many lovers will come. But he that I wed must be north country

Have you been to scarborough fair Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one that lives there For once she once was a true lover of mine.

On the firefly platform of sunny goodge street A violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine Involved in an eating scene Smashing into neon streets

It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand. Are you going

Oh the summertime is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather. Will you go, lassie, go.