The Old Zither Player

Trad. Romanian/ESL - July, 2008 - Nickerie

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Come here, let's hear your gypsy voice,

Sing me a song of old,

I'll see you dine, I'll give you wine,

My coat if you are cold.

They say you play the violin,

And also play the zither,

So come play of a season when,

Will end a life so bitter.

Just let me sit next to my cup,

My life it doesn't matter,

I'm all alone, I have no home,

It never will get better.

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So  let me sit here in the back,

In this old musty tavern,

I'll cry, I'll drink and then I'll sing,

About a girl I've loved.

So come and sing, and let it ring,

Tell all, a sad love story,

It once made me a happy man,

Who trembled with love's glory.

Come here, let's hear your gypsy voice,

Sing me a song of old,

I'll see you dine, I'll give you wine,

My coat if you are cold.

Copyright © 2008 Ernest Samuel Llime. All Rights Reserved.