Adrian Furby Trio - Col Lin Thinks Its a Real Job lyrics
rate meWhen I've done my work of day And I row my boat away Doon the waters o' Loch Tay As the evening light is fading And I look up on Ben Law'rs Where the afterglory glows And I think on two bright eyes And the melting mouth below She's my beauteous nighean rue She's my joy, my sorrow too And although she is untrue Well I cannot live without her For my heart's a boat in tow And I'd give the world to know Why she means to let me go As I sing horee, horo Nighean Ruadh, your lovely hair Has more glamour I declare Than all the tresses rare 'Tween Killin and Aberfeldy Be they lint white, brown or gold Be they blacker than the sloe They are worth no more to me Than the melting flake o' snow Her eyes are like the gleam O' the sunlight on the stream And the song the fairies sing Seems like songs she sings at milking But my heart is full of woe For last night she bade me go And the tears begin to flow As I sing horee, horo.
