When a Man's in Love He Feels No Cold

Song	When a Man's in Love He Feels No Cold
Artist	Alasdair Roberts
Album	Farewell Sorrow

	作曲 : Roberts
	She wore the guise of a winter squall
	Blowing through my empty hall,
	With rime on window, frost on sill,
	And icicle on gable bell.
	Then she wore the guise of fallow doe,
	As great with young as she could go.
	Then she turned to me, then turned to go,
	Leaving footprints in the snow.
	But when a man's in love he feels no cold,
	when a man's in love he feels no cold.
	When a man's in love he feels no cold,
	When a man's in love he feels no cold.
	So bake for us the bridal bread,
	And brew the bridal beer, oh.
	And make for us the bridal bed,
	And we will disappear, oh.
	And farewell to the Clyde water,
	The gently flowing river.
	My love and I are going away,
	Although we know not whither.
	When a man's in love he feels no cold,
	When a man's in love he feels no cold.
	So bake for us the bridal bread,
	And brew the bridal beer, oh.
	And make for us the bridal bed,
	And we will disappear, oh.
	And farewell to the Clyde water,
	The gently flowing river.
	My love and I are going away,
	Although we know not whither.
	My love and I are going away,
	Although we know not whither.

	zuò qǔ : Roberts
	She wore the guise of a winter squall
	Blowing through my empty hall,
	With rime on window, frost on sill,
	And icicle on gable bell.
	Then she wore the guise of fallow doe,
	As great with young as she could go.
	Then she turned to me, then turned to go,
	Leaving footprints in the snow.
	But when a man' s in love he feels no cold,
	when a man' s in love he feels no cold.
	When a man' s in love he feels no cold,
	When a man' s in love he feels no cold.
	So bake for us the bridal bread,
	And brew the bridal beer, oh.
	And make for us the bridal bed,
	And we will disappear, oh.
	And farewell to the Clyde water,
	The gently flowing river.
	My love and I are going away,
	Although we know not whither.
	When a man' s in love he feels no cold,
	When a man' s in love he feels no cold.
	So bake for us the bridal bread,
	And brew the bridal beer, oh.
	And make for us the bridal bed,
	And we will disappear, oh.
	And farewell to the Clyde water,
	The gently flowing river.
	My love and I are going away,
	Although we know not whither.
	My love and I are going away,
	Although we know not whither.