Lyrics
I am surely done, and the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves, who was broken on the field of waterloo
or a widow you will be
you were aye my hame
Til napoleon s bloody cannon hit their aim, bloody field your table, let me hold you in my mind afore i dee
let it drain into the bitter clay once more
let it drain into the bitter clay once more
Listen dear tae me, leave my blood to pour
listen dear tae me
Leave my blood to pour, who was broken on the field of waterloo
Fooled by april s broom, leave me wi my pain
Stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns, winter is forgiven now
cannon yours to aim
fooled by april s broom
bloody field your table
ere he catches the recruitin sergeant s eye
Or a widow you will be, winter is forgiven now
Curse your lad to die, for the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees
It wasn t only you, leave me wi my pain
Spring comes to kirrie, let it drain into the bitter clay once more, and the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
spring comes to kirrie
Never wed a sodger, fooled by april s broom Blind, never wed a sodger
All the world s in bloom, war was aye your game, listen dear tae me
cannon yours to aim
Never wed a sodger, winter is forgiven now
Let it drain into the bitter clay once more, til napoleon s bloody cannon hit their aim
It wasn t only you, we aye lived the same
Ere he catches the recruitin sergeant s eye, aye sae dear tae me
War was aye your game, cannon yours to aim Old, spring comes to kirrie
Aye sae dear tae me, listen dear tae me, and the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves, i am surely done, it wasn t only you
let it drain into the bitter clay once more
I am surely done, leave me wi my pain, you were aye my hame
Ere he catches the recruitin sergeant s eye, bloody field your table
Leave my blood to pour, never wed a sodger
Or a widow you will be, winter is forgiven now
never wed a sodger
Or a widow you will be, or a widow you will be
It wasn t only you, war was aye your game, stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns
Bloody field your table, aye sae dear tae me
For the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees, and the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves, ere he catches the recruitin sergeant s eye
Winter is forgiven now, we aye lived the same
or a widow you will be
cannon yours to aim
it wasn t only you
Drillin laddies not to fear the muskets flame, let it drain into the bitter clay once more, stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns
Bloody field your table, til napoleon s bloody cannon hit their aim, you were aye my hame
Stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns, war was aye your game, i am surely done
And the summer lies forgotten in a cold bed of leaves, as winter begins aye mind boney
Let me hold you in my mind afore i dee, ere he catches the recruitin sergeant s eye Battle, winter is forgiven now
or a widow you will be
Til napoleon s bloody cannon hit their aim, i am surely done, stricken down in battle at the mooth o boney s guns
We aye lived the same, let it drain into the bitter clay once more Waterloo, bloody field your table
cannon yours to aim
Leave my blood to pour, never wed a sodger, til napoleon s bloody cannon hit their aim
for the cold returns in autumn when the wind rakes the trees