The Tannahill Weavers - Helen Of Kirkconnell Songtexte

I wish I were where Helen lies
Night and day on me she cries
O that I were where Helen lies
On fair Kirkconnell lee

O think ye na my heart was sair
When my love dropt down and spake nae mair
There did she swoon wi' meikle care
On fair Kirkconnell lee

Curst be the heart that thought the thought
And curst the hand that fired the shot
When in my arms burd Helen dropt
And died to succour me

O that I were where Helen lies
Night and day on me she cries
Out of my bed she bids me rise
Says, "Haste, and come to me."

O Helen fair, beyond compare
I'll weave a garland of thy hair
Shall bind my heart for evermair
Until the day I dee

I wish my grave were growing green
A winding-sheet drawn o'er my een
And I in Helen's arms lying
On fair Kirkconnel lee

O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
Were I with thee I would be blest
Where thou lies low and takes thy rest
On fair Kirkconnell lee

I wish I were where Helen lies
Night and day on me she cries
And I am weary of the skies
For her sake that died for me