Song Lyrics
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone, two daughters were the babes she bore Cruel, fa la la la la la la la la la
The salt sea bore her body on, but as they laid it on a stone
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom, but thou shalt never come ashore.
And led her down to the north sea strand, they went into her father s hall
fa la la la la la la la la la
As one grew bright as is the sun, he d travelled far to be their wooer
Sometimes she sank, but he loved the other above all things
sometimes she sank
It s your own true love that i ll have and more, the first string sang a doleful sound, reach to me your hand
The salt sea bore her body on, but as they laid it on a stone
And as they stood on the windy shore, and with them strung the harp so rare
As one grew bright as is the sun, oh sister will you go with me, the third string sang beneath their bow
two daughters were the babes she bore
she took her sister by the hand
But he loved the other above all things, the dark girl threw her sister o er
As one grew bright as is the sun, and there she floated like a swan, they made a harp of her breastbone
The dark girl threw her sister o er, there lived a lady by the north sea shore
and surely now her tears will flow.
There lived a lady by the north sea shore, fa la la la la la la la la la, sometimes she sank
And with them strung the harp so rare, there lived a lady by the north sea shore, to play the harp before them all
Reach to me your hand, and as they stood on the windy shore Cruel, but as they laid it on a stone
whose sound would melt a heart of stone
He courted one with gloves and rings, and there she floated like a swan, sometimes she swam
in terror sits the black-haired bride
And led her down to the north sea strand, and there she floated like a swan
He courted one with gloves and rings, the second string as that they tried Sister, whose sound would melt a heart of stone
Sometimes she swam, and led her down to the north sea strand Cruel, and all that s mine i ll surely give.
The bride her younger sister drowned., there lived a lady by the north sea shore, sometimes she sank
The first string sang a doleful sound, they took three locks of her yellow hair
Oh sister will you go with me, the harp began to play alone
they made a harp of her breastbone
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone, but he loved the other above all things, the bride her younger sister drowned.
sometimes she sank