Mohair - Eliza Carthy/Norma Waterson

Green fields and brown wools and clothes my garden inland

Out there back on the hill is where I like to go

Now I'm told

There's wolves with teeth behind the brown

And sticks and stones to bring me down

When you were around I never came to tea and

Oh now that you're not I don't know how to go

Past your house

Where there's things still there upon the wall

But there's not the sight of you at all

If you were here we could go dancing

The lot of us at the back of the bus

Red dresses on down to the river for fun

If you were a bird would you sit outside our window

And watch out at night and keep us safe and warm

We miss you so

Oh reviens reviens ma chernie

How could you leave so easily

If you were a bird you could go flying

And look below

Wave at the folks we know

You forget these things when you're crying in church

So if you were here I'd take you dancing

The lot of us at the back of the bus

Red dresses on down to the river for fun