Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If I was a Blackbird, artist - Silly Wizard. Album song Wild & Beautiful, in the genre Кельтская музыкаDate of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: English
If I was a Blackbird |
| I am a young maiden, my story is sad |
| For once I was carefree and in love with a lad |
| He courted me sweetly by night and by day |
| But now he has left me and gone far away |
| Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing |
| I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in |
| And in the top rigging I would there build my nest |
| And I’d flutter my wings o’er his broad golden chest |
| He sailed o’er the ocean, his fortune to seek |
| I missed his caresses and his kiss on my cheek |
| He returned and I told him my love was still warm |
| He turned away lightly and great was his scorn |
| He offered to take me to Donnybrook Fair |
| To buy me fine ribbons, tie them up in my hair |
| He offered to marry and to stay by my side |
| But then in the morning he sailed with the tide |
| My parents they chide me, and will not agree |
| Saying that me and my true love married should never be |
| Ah but let them deprive me, or let them do what they will |
| While there’s breath in my body, he’s the one that I love still |
| Male perspective… |
| I am a young sailor, my story is sad |
| For once I was carefree and a bold sailor lad |
| I courted a lassie by night and by day |
| But now she has left me and gone far away |
| Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing |
| I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in |
| And in the top rigging I would there build my nest |
| And I’d flutter my wings o’er her lily-white breast |
| Or if I was a scholar and could handle a pen |
| One secret love letter to my true love I’d send |
| And I’d tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain |
| Since she’s gone and left me in yon flowery glen |
| I sailed o’er the ocean, my fortune to seek |
| Though I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek |
| I returned and I told her my love was still warm |
| But she turned away lightly and great was her scorn |
| I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair |
| And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair |
| I offered to marry and to stay by her side |
| But she said in the morning she sailed with the tide |
| My parents they chide me, and will not agree |
| Saying that me and my false love married should never be |
| Ah but let them deprive me, or let them do what they will |
| While there’s breath in my body, she’s the one that I love still |