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点击复制Curragh of Kildare - Christy Moore
Written by：Traditional
The winter it is past and the summer's come at last
And the birds they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
The rose upon the briar by the water running clear
Brings joy to the linnet and the deer
Their little hearts are blessed but mine knows no rest
For my true love is absent from me
And straight i will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there i'll find tidings of my dear
Oh you who are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain you do endure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
And a woe that no other can cure
And straight i will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there i'll find tidings of my dear
Straight i will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there i'll find tidings of my dear