Текст Foy Vance – The Wild Swans On The Lake

Atop the leaves
Neath an autumn moon
Though soon the morn shall break

For now

For now
The air is calm and cool
And the wild swan’s on the lake

An arch of willow
O’er our skin bared
And candles hanging from the silver birch

With a crown of daisies on your scented hair
For a bride thee I shall take
For a Bride thee I shall take my love
A Bride thee I shall take

With a crown of daisies on your scented hair
For a Bride thee I shall take

We’ll wake the morn
And greet the dawn
With hearts entwined and free

And when the sun has begun to dance upon you
Filtering through the leaves
Filtering through the leaves my love
Filtering through the leaves

Oh when the sun has begun to dance upon
Filtering through the leaves

The seasons shift

The winter winds are soft
Then still
And the swans are on the lake

Oh the swans are on the lake my love
The swans are on the lake
The winter winds are soft
Then still
And the swans are on the lake