Flowers In The Valley
O there was a woman, and she was a widow,
Fair are the flowers in the valley
With a daughter as fair as a fresh sunny meadow
The Red, the Green and the Yellow.
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal,
Sweet goes the treble Violin
The maid so rare and the flowers so fair
Together they grew in the valley.
There came a Knight all clothed in red,
Fair are the flowers in the valley
"I would thou wert my bride", he said
The Red, the Green and the Yellow.
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal,
Sweet goes the treble Violin
"I would", she sighed, "ne'er wins a bride!"
Fair are the flowers in the valley
There came a Knight all clothed in green,
Fair are the flowers in the valley
"This maid so sweet might be my queen"
The Red, the Green and the Yellow
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal,
Sweet goes the treble Violin
"Might be", sighed she, "will ne'er win me!"
Fair are the flowers in the valley.
There came a Knight, in yellow was he,
Fair are the flowers in the valley
"My bride, my queen, thou must with me!"
The Red, the Green and the Yellow.
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal,
Sweet goes the treble Violin.
With blushes red, "I come", she said;
"Farewell to the flowers in the valley."
Flores no Vale
Havia uma mulher, e ela era viúva,
Lindas são as flores no vale
Com uma filha tão bela quanto um campo ensolarado
O Vermelho, o Verde e o Amarelo.
A Harpa, o Lute, a Flauta, o Pífano, o Címbalo,
Doce é o som do Violino
A donzela tão rara e as flores tão belas
Juntas cresceram no vale.
Chegou um Cavaleiro todo vestido de vermelho,
Lindas são as flores no vale
"Eu gostaria que fosses minha noiva", ele disse
O Vermelho, o Verde e o Amarelo.
A Harpa, o Lute, a Flauta, o Pífano, o Címbalo,
Doce é o som do Violino
"Eu gostaria", suspirou ela, "nunca ganha uma noiva!"
Lindas são as flores no vale.
Chegou um Cavaleiro todo vestido de verde,
Lindas são as flores no vale
"Essa donzela tão doce poderia ser minha rainha"
O Vermelho, o Verde e o Amarelo
A Harpa, o Lute, a Flauta, o Pífano, o Címbalo,
Doce é o som do Violino
"Poderia ser", suspirou ela, "nunca me ganhará!"
Lindas são as flores no vale.
Chegou um Cavaleiro, de amarelo ele estava,
Lindas são as flores no vale
"Minha noiva, minha rainha, deves vir comigo!"
O Vermelho, o Verde e o Amarelo.
A Harpa, o Lute, a Flauta, o Pífano, o Címbalo,
Doce é o som do Violino.
Com as bochechas vermelhas, "Eu vou", ela disse;
"Adeus às flores no vale."