Oh a family of bards a travelling went
to distant lands a singing sweet
with pipes and strings and an open heart,
just to wish their brothers the good life.
* Greensleeves was all our joy
Greensleeves was our delight
Greensleeves our heart of gold
And who but our noble Greensleeves.
In "Dante's" land, oh there they marble strong,
to see this celtic bloods sincerety,
a look a smile even a tiny gift
and turned their backs though curtesely.
( * )
Then come to the city of a waltz they say:
"There they'll love you passionately".
But in truth they were given no time and even scorned,
for the city of music is gone for gold.
( * )
So they danced their way though scared and pained
to Shiller's sweet haven and dearest folk
and at last they were watched with wondering love,
and that lifted this family's saddened heart.
( * )
