Bide Songtext
von Bill Jones

The lady in her bower stood as he walked up the road
I wouldn′t be a blacksmith's wife for any chest of gold

And it′s bide, lassie, bide
Make sure you know your mind
Your wishes will all be granted and that'll lay your pride

If you are a heron and you fly up in the air
I'll be a graceful diver and we′ll fly pair in pair

And it′s bide, lassie, bide
Make sure you know your mind
Your wishes will all be granted and that'll lay your pride

If you turn in to a hare and run up on the hill
I′ll become a greyhound and chase you round until


You will bide, lassie, bide
Make sure you know your mind
Your wishes will all be granted and that'll lay your pride

When you change into an eel and swim around the burn
I′ll become a noble trout and give your eel a turn

And you'll bide, lassie, bide
Make sure you know your mind
Your wishes will all be granted and that′ll lay your pride

She became a meadow and he became a rake
And all the way she turned herself the blacksmith was her make

And it's bide, lassie, bide
Make sure you know your mind
Your wishes will all be granted and that'll lay your pride