Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Sweet I Roamed From Field To Field , by - The Fugs. Song from the album The Real Woodstock Festival, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
How Sweet I Roamed From Field To Field |
| How sweet I roam’d from field to field |
| And tasted all the summer’s pride |
| 'Till I the prince of love beheld |
| Who in the sunny beams did glide! |
| He shew’d me lilies for my hair |
| And blushing roses for my brow; |
| He led me through his gardens fair |
| Where all his golden pleasures grow |
| With sweet May dews my wings were wet |
| And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage; |
| He caught me in his silken net |
| And shut me in his golden cage |
| He loves to sit and hear me sing |
| Then, laughing, sports and plays with me |
| Then stretches out my golden wing |
| And mocks my loss of liberty |