Celtic Woman
Celtic Woman - Green Grow The Rushes songtekst
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There's not but care on every hand In every hour that passes, oh What signifies the life of man If it were not for the lassies, oh Green grow the rushes, oh Green grow the rushes, oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the lassies, oh The worldly race may riches chase And riches still may fly them, oh And though at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, oh Green grow the rushes, oh Green grow the rushes, oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the lassies, oh The sweetest hours that ever I spent Are spent among the lassies, oh Green grow the rushes, oh Green grow the rushes, oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the lassies, oh Old nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes oh Her apprentice hand she tried on man And then she made the lassies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the lassies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the lassies oh Are spent among the lassies oh