Seth Lakeman The Band Of Gold
Summer evening, a maiden fair
Was walking forth in the open air.
She met her lover on the way,
She called out her heart would stay.
She said love not constant will quickly
go.
Cold as winter, white as snow.
Summer treasure, hand to hold,
Love be constant in a band of gold.
The wind is fresh`ning upon her eyes,
Down the years that stretch so wide.
Angels sing so far away,
His promises gently fade
She said love not constant will quickly
go.
Cold as winter, white as snow.
Summer treasure, hand to hold,
Love be constant in a band of gold.
Summer evening, a maiden fair
Was walking forth in the open air.
She said love not constant will quickly
go.
Cold as winter, white as snow.
Summer treasure, hand to hold,
Love be constant in a band of gold
