I Wish That The Wars Were All Over
Anonymous
| Original | La versione cantata da Joan Baez in chiusura del suo nuovo e... |
| I WISH THAT THE WARS WERE ALL OVER Down in the meadows the violets so blue There I saw pretty Polly milking her cow The song that she sung made all the grove to ring - “My Billy is gone and left me to serve the king And I wish the wars were all over” I step’t up to her and made this reply And said, “My dear Polly what makes you to cry?” - “My Billy is gone from me whom I love so dear The Americans will kill him so great is my fear And I wish the wars were all over” I said, “My dear Polly, can you fancy me I‘ll make you as happy as happy can be” - “No, no, sir”, said she, “that never can be I ne’er be happy till my Billy I see And I wish the wars were all over” I still amazed to hear what she said The small bird a singing on every tree The notes that she sung where nightingale notes How the lark and the linnets warble their throats “And I wish the wars were all over” - “I now for my parents no longer can stay To seek for my Billy I’ll hast away To see if my Billy will make me his wife So free for his sake I’ll venture my life And I wish the wars were all over” - “I now to some tailor I’ll hast and away To rig myself out in some young man’s array Like a bold fellow, so neat and so trim So free for his sake I’ll go serve the king And I wish the wars were all over” | I WISH THE WARS WERE ALL OVER Down by deep water where sweet linden stand I saw pretty Polly wringing her hands The song that she sung made the whole grove to ring My Billy has left me to fight for a king And I wish the wars were all over I stood in amaze to hear what she said I'll follow my Billy whether living or dead The notes that she sung were the nightingale's notes How the lark and the linnet they warble their throats And I wish the wars were all over I said my dear Polly if you'll stay with me I'll make you as happy as happy can be No then she said that never can be I'll never be happy till my Billy I see And I wish the wars were all over Now from my parents I'll haste and away I'll dress myself out in a young man's array And every company that I pass by I'll ask for my Billy or where he does lie And I wish the wars were all over |
