Sandy Denny - Fhir a Bhata

Sandy Denny - Fhir a Bhata
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"How often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean, a sail to see
Will it come tonight, love, will it come tomorrow
Or ever come, love, to comfort me

Fhir a bhata na horo eile
Fhir a bhata na horo eile
Fhir a bhata na horo eile
O fare thee well, love, where’er thou be

They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
And seek to change me but all in vain
Thou art my dream yet throughout the dark night
And every moment I watch the main

There’s not a hamlet, too well I know it,
Where you go wandering or stay awhile
But all its old folk you win with talking
And charm its maidens with song and smile

Dost thou remember the promise made me
The tartan plaidie, the silken gown?
The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait
That gown and ring I will never own"

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