Оригинален текст
Through bushes and trhough
briars I lately took my way,
all for to hear the small birds sing,
one evening in May.
I overheard my own true love;
her voice it was so clear
"Long time
Ihave been waiting for
the coming of my dear"
Through bushes and trhough
briars I lately took my way,
all for to hear the small birds sing,
one evening in May.
I overheard my own true love;
her voice it was so clear
"Long time
Ihave been waiting for
the coming of my dear"