WHEN I LEFT HRADIŠTE
Hudba: česká lidová / Text: Mark Landry

When I left Hradiště from a blessing
With a lass by chance I had a meeting
But already she had known me
An apple she gave me, red and lovely

Since I was a swain who thought foolishly
From her hands it was then taken by me
A sweet apple which is sour
And my dear little heart is unhappy

My dear son, from someone you must not take
An apple of which gives you a headache
The heart is wrung, the lead's in pain:
All that you have love for never remains




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