Emi Fujita Beneath a Rowan Tree
Đóng góp: Though I a wanderer be
No home on land or sea
Still my heart return to thee
In silent riverie
Though on Scotland's bonnie shore
My feet shall tread no more
When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree
I love thy frosty morn
Where the hunters winds it's horn
And I heathered moors and glens
I'll not roam again
Though on Scotland's purple breast
I no longer take my rest
When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree
[MUSIC]
At brave Cunoden's stand
Highland blood like water ran
3000 pounds upon my head
For dear, life one fled
Oh but though no crown I won
I'll always be your yom' native son
So When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree
No home on land or sea
Still my heart return to thee
In silent riverie
Though on Scotland's bonnie shore
My feet shall tread no more
When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree
I love thy frosty morn
Where the hunters winds it's horn
And I heathered moors and glens
I'll not roam again
Though on Scotland's purple breast
I no longer take my rest
When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree
[MUSIC]
At brave Cunoden's stand
Highland blood like water ran
3000 pounds upon my head
For dear, life one fled
Oh but though no crown I won
I'll always be your yom' native son
So When I die, will you bury me
Beneath the rowan tree
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