Fine Flowers in the Valley Songtext

von Barbara Dickson

She sat down below a thorn
Fine flowers in the valley
And there she has her sweet babe born
And the green leaves they grow rarely

"Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe
An ye'll smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me deid"

She's ta'en oot her wee pen knife
And twinned the sweet babe o' it's life

She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon
An' there she's buried her sweet babe in

As she was going to the church
She saw a sweet babe in the porch

"O sweet babe, an' thou were mine
I wad cleed thee in the silk sae fine"

O mither dear, when I was thine
Ye didna prove tae me sae kind