05-01-2011, 12:25
One day the Piper came down the Glen�
Sweet and long and low played he!
The children followed from door to door,
No matter how those who loved might implore,
So wiling the song of his melody
As the song of a woodland rill.
Some day the Piper will come again
To pipe to the sons of the maple tree!
You and I will follow from door to door,
Many of us will come back no more�
What matter that if Freedom still
Be the crown of each native hill?
Dam 50 GP. Nie przyjmuję z translatorów! Na język polski.
Sweet and long and low played he!
The children followed from door to door,
No matter how those who loved might implore,
So wiling the song of his melody
As the song of a woodland rill.
Some day the Piper will come again
To pipe to the sons of the maple tree!
You and I will follow from door to door,
Many of us will come back no more�
What matter that if Freedom still
Be the crown of each native hill?
Dam 50 GP. Nie przyjmuję z translatorów! Na język polski.


