Traditional - Bard of Eve - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Heard my love a wild bird calling,
 Tree-top high the notes were falling, 
 Bright and sweet that woodland serenade,
 Thought my love the song enthralling.
 
 Took my flute into the meadow,
 By the path my love would follow,
 Climbed a branch my song to play upon,
 Birdsong wild I'd overshadow.
 
 Moonrise saw my loved one coming,
 Proudly now my heart was drumming,
 Bard of Eve I played my masquerade
 Golden notes my flute was humming.
 
 Cried my love with all his power
 "Vixen-voiced are ghosts of Gower!"
 Turned and ran and left me woebegone,
 Crushed as trodden woodland flower.