lunedì 19 novembre 2007

The Rose Of Tralee

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain
the sun was reclining beneath the blue sea
as I walked with my love to the pure crystal fountain
that stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
but t'was not her beauty alone that won me
o, no! T'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning
that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
and Mary, all smiling, was listening to me
the moon through the valley its pale rays was shedding
when I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee
Through lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
it was not her beauty alone that won me
o, no! T'was the truth in her eyes ever dawning
that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee

(trad. irlandese)

2 commenti:

harald ha detto...

ciao chimera!
grazie infinite per essere passata dalla voce del vikingo!
leggendo il tuo blog mi ha fatto piacere vedere che c'è ancora qualcuno che crede nei sani valori che la maggior parte della marmaglia che popola la madre terra (e che meriterebbe di essere inghiottita da essa)ha perso.
spero che tu passi ancora a leggere il mio blog, ora vado ad aggiungerti ai miei link!!!
ciao!

Harald Sigurdsson

Chimera ha detto...

...mi fa piacere tu sia passato a trovarmi...
ci vediamo presto!!!