Dolina Songtext

They came down to the merchant city Where the privileged lie and poverty kills They came a long road of pain and pity Where?s the sense for the Highland girls? CHORUS Dolina like a little child Dolina with these dreams to fill Dolina hill-run and wild Where?s the sense for the Highland girl? The factory?s hard it takes more and more It?s no exchange for the curlew?s song Or the buzzard?s cry as it soars and soars Or your family?s arms when it all feels wrong CHORUS She could have met a fine young soldier She could have taken the rich man?s hand She could have let the devil hold her She could have left for some distant land But she came down to a garden valley To tend the earth with a country man They never held more than they could carry And their children grew, grew to understand CHORUS