[00:00.00] 作曲 : Anthony/Wakeford
[00:16.29]And the sun goes over the woods
[00:31.44]There was a sister and her brother
[00:47.49]Who loved one another
[00:47.94]Sister, we'll gang tae the broom
[00:55.47]O sister I would lay thee doon
[01:03.81]Brother, alas, would you do so
[01:10.71]To my death I would sooner go
[01:16.17]And the folk they talk together
[01:27.48]That the lass is with bairn to her brother
[01:35.64]O brother you have done me ill
[01:42.78]And we will both burn on yonder hill
[01:54.57]You go to my father's stable
[02:00.45]And take twa horses stout and able
[02:04.95]She's up on the white horse, he's on the black
[02:11.70]With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back
[02:28.11]They had not rode a mile but one
[02:31.44]When her pains they did come on
[02:46.44]I would give all my father's land
[02:47.07]For a good midwife at my command
[02:54.54]You go to yon hill so high
[03:01.47]And take your bow, arrows and good eye
[03:13.95]When you hear my loud, loud cry
[03:17.25]Bend your bow and let me die
[03:21.54]When he heard her loud, loud cry
[03:33.06]He bent his bow and let her die
[03:40.20]When he came to her side
[03:47.64]The babe was born and the lady died
[03:53.49]Then he took his young, young son
[04:06.96]And borne him to a milk woman
[04:11.79]He's given himself a wound for sure
[04:19.77]He won't gang tae the broom no more
[04:24.84]0 mother I have lost my knife
[04:43.29]I loved it better than my life
[04:57.39]But I have lost a better thing
[04:58.50]The bonnie sheath my knife was in
[05:09.84]And the sun goes over the woods

作曲 : Anthony/Wakeford
And the sun goes over the woods
There was a sister and her brother
Who loved one another
Sister, we'll gang tae the broom
O sister I would lay thee doon
Brother, alas, would you do so
To my death I would sooner go
And the folk they talk together
That the lass is with bairn to her brother
O brother you have done me ill
And we will both burn on yonder hill
You go to my father's stable
And take twa horses stout and able
She's up on the white horse, he's on the black
With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back
They had not rode a mile but one
When her pains they did come on
I would give all my father's land
For a good midwife at my command
You go to yon hill so high
And take your bow, arrows and good eye
When you hear my loud, loud cry
Bend your bow and let me die
When he heard her loud, loud cry
He bent his bow and let her die
When he came to her side
The babe was born and the lady died
Then he took his young, young son
And borne him to a milk woman
He's given himself a wound for sure
He won't gang tae the broom no more
0 mother I have lost my knife
I loved it better than my life
But I have lost a better thing
The bonnie sheath my knife was in
And the sun goes over the woods