The Lark And The Bowman Lyrics

Mairi was a dancer and singer of soft love songs A bright sparkling bringer of pleasure to all The people who wandered by and halted at her house And listened to her measure And watched her moving to the wind and the sunshine That always surrounds her For Mairi's voice was like a lark in the blue sky And she floated like a feather She would dance She would sing She wanted to forever And all she sang was Lah, lalalalah, lalalalah lalalah Lah, lalalala, lalalalah lalalah Willie played his fiddle like a bowman in the heat of battle Faster than a fever And he paid no heed to fashion, he moved against the flow Like a salmon in a river And those who were carried along by his flowing notes Followed him all over For Willie had the lust and the passion of his land Coursing through his fingers He closed his eyes And he would play He wanted to forever And all he played was There were those who would keep them apart Telling them they would be wrong Still they came together just to find They were playing the same song So Mairi sang a haunting lament from a distant past And Willie played along And the crowds were silenced to the chasms of their souls By the beauty of the music and the song And Mairi found a pride and a strength in her voice And Willie played so tender That if they never shared another moment in their lives They'd share this one forever And they played And they sang And they will forever And all they played was