Caprice piosenki

O, my love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June O, my love's like a melody That's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my bonnie lad So deep in love am I And I will love thee still, my dear Till a' the seas go dry Till a' t...

When the black breath blows and death's shadow grows and all lights pass, come athelas! come athelas! Life to the dying In the king's hand lying! 

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing; the pale flowers are dying, Come months, come away, From November to May, In your saddest array; Follow the bier Of the dead, cold year, The chill rain is fall...

Sing hey! for the bath at close of day That washes the weary mud away! A loon is he that will not sing: O! Water Hot is a noble thing! O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain. and the brook that leaps from hill to plain; but better than rain or ripp...

Kodo Kaleole Mmiq oeqis kel, se ne torpe le o, Tol, eri ar Kole o, siqe kole o Torstion ferio Areor eo Aoqisaqi leareo Firneos i ne il o Stio o, Ne torpe aq Ne frea mmeo aen no Kole te o Kaleole Kodo to er Sa ril aqe Kaleole...

When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at the shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, With hearth so red, and walls so fair; `Heap the sea-coal, come, heap it higher, The oaken log lay on the fire.' The well-wash'd sto...

It's quarter to nine Dinner time Come and try Dundellion wine Moon will shine Bluebells chime It's a crime Dundellion wine Eyes will cry Blood will dry Read the signs Dundellion wine Arms entwine Lips in time We all go awry Dundellion wine Ar...

Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar. Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië! 

O! What are you doing, And where are you going? Your ponies need shoeing! The river is flowing! O! tra-la-la-lally here down in the valley! O! What are you seeking, And where are you making? The faggots are reeking, The bannocks are baking!...

Down the swift dark stream you go Back to lands you once did know! Leave the halls and caverns deep, Leave the northern mountains steep, Where the forest wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim! Float beyond the world of trees Out into the w...

Vvelios Santerio, Sa Santareo aa Silar Ieqo Tilureo ar To sainteri ar O-leriam Sa doles to le vvaielim Rraielim A Silar, Le torpem o A Silar Kole Sa a vvils le il o Do, do, do, Foliore Aelo aen Santerio Lo Lo Lo T...

Fays and Fairies haste away! This is Harriet's holiday: Bring the lyre, and bring the lute, Bring the sweetly-breathing flute; Wreaths of cowslips hither bring, All the honours of the spring; Adorn the grot with all that's gay, Fays and Fairies haste aw...

Upon the edge of forest green, Perchance you’ve walked, you may have seen, Tiny rings of cloverleaf, And dared not wonder what’s beneath. Well I shall tell you of a tale, That happened neath a moon so pale, I walked along where none could see, B...

Far over misty mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep where dark things sleep I...

Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, Bridget walks a-chanting Not heeding little men; By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn trees For pleasure here and there. They come stealing people On cold starry nights,...

Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar? Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar? Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth, And the Grey Company ride from the North. But dark is the path appointed for thee: The Dead watch the road that leads to...

Legolas Greenleaf, Long under tree In joy thou hast lived, Beware of the sea. If thou hearst A cry of gull on the shore, Thy heart shall Then rest in forest no more 

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew: Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea. And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree. Beneath th...

Green are the rashes, O; Green are the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent among the lasses, O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, In hands of lasses, O....

I saw thee weep – the big bright tear Came o’er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew: I see thee smile – the sapphire’s blaze Beside thee ceased to shine; It could not match the living rays That filled that gl...