Fine Horseman
Sleeping in my bed,
Strange thoughts are running through my head.
And I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair.
Fine fine sparrow, fine fine horseman.
Rain falls and the wind roars,
All the folks were indoors.
As we came through a ford
Riding over the moors.
Like some fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman.
Rain falls and the wind roars,
All the folks are indoors.
We came through a ford
Riding over the moors.
Fine flying sparrow, fine fine horseman.
Your dreams among my dreams
Are blue seas among sunbeams;
Shades of yellow, shades of green
These are your dreams among my dreams
Fine flying sparrow, fine fine horseman.
Good morning to you, farming man,
Here's to your heart, your family and land.
I'll pay down a ring and a golden band
On a field for a ride around
For a fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman.
Good morning likewise maiden and man,
My family's dead, my heart is in the ground.
I have no land:
This is no time for a farming man
Nor a fine flying sparrow or fine fine horseman
Sleeping in my bed,
Strange thoughts are running through my head.
And I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair.
Fine fine sparrow, fine fine horseman
Strange thoughts are running through my head.
And I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair.
Fine fine sparrow, fine fine horseman.
Rain falls and the wind roars,
All the folks were indoors.
As we came through a ford
Riding over the moors.
Like some fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman.
Rain falls and the wind roars,
All the folks are indoors.
We came through a ford
Riding over the moors.
Fine flying sparrow, fine fine horseman.
Your dreams among my dreams
Are blue seas among sunbeams;
Shades of yellow, shades of green
These are your dreams among my dreams
Fine flying sparrow, fine fine horseman.
Good morning to you, farming man,
Here's to your heart, your family and land.
I'll pay down a ring and a golden band
On a field for a ride around
For a fine flying sparrow and a fine fine horseman.
Good morning likewise maiden and man,
My family's dead, my heart is in the ground.
I have no land:
This is no time for a farming man
Nor a fine flying sparrow or fine fine horseman
Sleeping in my bed,
Strange thoughts are running through my head.
And I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair.
Fine fine sparrow, fine fine horseman
Credits
Writer(s): Lal Waterson
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