Seth Lakeman is an accomplished musician and composer who writes songs based on traditional folk themes. Here we have a song about a soldier leaving his sweetheart. I especially like this as Seth performs it at the
Lyrics
Folding hills and a silver lane,
A weeping maid, an evening in the rain,
Roses ramble and the trees hang low,
We sit and drink to all good friends we
know.
A weeping maid, an evening in the rain,
Roses ramble and the trees hang low,
We sit and drink to all good friends we
know.
`Tis I my love who'll leave in June,
Fortwenty five days no more.
Now mark that spotfrom whence I came
It's for king and countryI`ll come back
again.
For
Now mark that spot
It's for king and country
again.
The first season passed without news.
Two weeksgone and still no autumn
tune.
The leaves they weep forthe loss of their
spring,
The dimming days they serve no better
king.
Two weeks
tune.
The leaves they weep for
spring,
The dimming days they serve no better
king.
`Tis I my love who fought for you.
Fortwenty five weeks no more.
Now mark that spotfrom whence I came
It's for king and countryI`ll come back
again.
For
Now mark that spot
It's for king and country
again.
The wind blew in a few small drops of
rain.
She followed them `til her tears ran down
again.
I`ll do as much as any young man may.
Pleasedon`t sit and mourn I`ll come
back rich and brave.
rain.
She followed them `til her tears ran down
again.
Please
back rich and brave.
`Tis I my love who fell for you,
Aftertwenty five months no more.
Now mark that spotfrom whence I came
It's for king and countryI`ll come back
again.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you when I'm rich and
brave.
I'll come back to you.
After
Now mark that spot
It's for king and country
again.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you when I'm rich and
brave.
I'll come back to you.
Out of the doorway her hands upon her
head,
The weeping maid,her love was lost or
dead.
Her longest day had only just begun.
She cursed the man who favoured for
the gun.
head,
The weeping maid,
dead.
Her longest day had only just begun.
She cursed the man who favoured for
the gun.
`Tis I my love who fell for you.
Fortwenty five years or more
Now mark that spotfrom whence we
came
It's for king and countryI`ll come back
again.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you when I'm rich and
brave.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you
For
Now mark that spot
came
It's for king and country
again.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you when I'm rich and
brave.
I'll come back to you on the longest day.
I'll come back to you
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