Caprice piosenki

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: `Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. `Piper, pipe that song again;' So I piped: he wept to hear. `Drop thy p...

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows...

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When does the air laugh with our merry wit, And the green hills laugh with noise of it; When the meadows laugh with lively green, And the grasshopper laughs...

Little Mary Bell had a fairy in a nut, Long John Brown had the devil in his gut, Long John Brown loved little Mary Bell, And the fairy drew the devil into the nutshell. Her fairy skipped out and her fairy skipped in, He laughed at the devil saying:...

Sing we now softly and the dreams let us weave him, Wind him in slumber, and there let us leave him, leave him. The wanderer sleeps, now soft be his pillow, Lullaby, lullaby, alder and willow, Sigh no more pine till the wind of the morn, Fall moon! D...

Mary, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blythely was I bide the stour, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison....

My beautiful prince Can I offer you wings I'll show you what land Looks like from above My bautiful prince Can i ofter you drinks Whitch make you forget Everything but love Listen to my heart That's beating fot you Look into my eyes There's nothi...

The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, In heaven high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles in the night. Farewell, green field...

When will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over the sky? When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting? When will the heart be aweary of beating? And nature die? Never, O, never, nothing will die...

O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay! O rowan mine, I saw you shine upon a summer's day, Your rind so bright, your leaves so light, your voice so cool and soft: Upon your head how golden-red the crown you bore aloft! O rowan dead, upo...

The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her rai...

True Thomas lay on grassy bank And he beheld a ladie gay A ladie that was brisk and bold Came riding over the fernie brae. Her skirt was of the grass-green silk, Her mantle of the velvet fine At ilka-tett of her horse mane Hung fifty silver bell...

In misty dreams and shadowed memories Of fabled cities I have dwelt apace- And from strange lakes set round with Guardian Trees Have slacked my thirst, and scornful of the face Of harshful reality have stooped to trace Dark figures on the sands of al...

Little Princess Mee Lovely was she As in elven-song is told: She had pearls in hair All threaded fair; Of gossamer shot with gold Was her kerchief made, And a silver braid Of stars above her throat. Of moth-web light All moonlit-white She...

Tall ships and tall kings Three times three, What brought they from the foundered land Over the flowing sea? Seven stars and seven stones And one white tree. 

In western lands beneath the Sun the flowers may rise in Spring, the trees may bud, the waters run, the merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night and swaying beeches bear the Elven-stars as jewels white amid their branching hair....

There was a man who dwelt alone, as day and night went past he sat as still as carven stone, and yet no shadow cast. The white owls perched upon his head beneath the winter moon; they wiped their beaks and thought him dead under the stars of June...

Do you hear the voice of Nimrodel? I will sing you a song of maiden Nimrodel who bore the same name as the stream beside which she lived long ago.. It's a fair song in our woodland tongue; but this is how it runs in the Westron speech, as some in Rivendell now...

The wind was on the withered heath, but in the forest stirred no leaf There shadows lay by night and day And dark things silent crept beneath The wind came down from mountains cold And like a tide it roared and rolled, The branches groaned, the fo...

Sound the flute! Now it's mute. Birds delight Day and night, day and night... Nightingale In the dale, Lark in sky, Merrily, merrily, To welcome in, To welcome the year. Little boy, Full of joy; Little girl, Sweet and small; Cock...