ฟังเพลงThe Cuckoo

The Cuckoo - Pentangle

Written by：Traditional

Oh the cuckoo

She is a pretty bird she sings as she flies

She bringeth good tidings she telleth no lies

She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear

And the march she sings a cuckoo

Till summer draweth near

As I once was a walking and talking one day

I met my own true love as he came that way

Though the meeting him was pleasure

Though the courting was woe

For I've found him false hearted

He'd kiss me and then he'd go

I wish I was a scholar

And could handle the pen

I'd write to my lover and to all roving men

I would tell them of the grief and woe

That attend on their lies

I would wish them have pity

On the flower when it dies

I wish I was a scholar

And could handle the pen

I'd write to my lover and to all roving men

I would tell them of the grief and woe

That attend on their lies

I would wish them have pity

On the flower when it dies

As I once was awalking and talking one day

I met my own true love as he came that way

Though the meeting him was pleasure

Though the courting was woe

For I've found him false hearted

He'd kiss me and then he'd goes

The cuckoo is a pretty bird she sings as she flies

She bringeth good tidings she telleth no lies

She sucketh white flowers for to keep her voice clear

And the march she sings cuckoo

Till summer draweth near

And the march she sings cuckoo

Till summer draweth near