Grace - Black Velvet Band - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade

I was bound Many an hour’s sweet happiness

Had I spent in that neat little town

A sad misfortune came over me Which caused me to stray from the land

Far away from my friends and relations

Betrayed by the black velvet band. Her eyes, they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder

Tied up with a black velvet band.