Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Come you not from Newcastle?
Come you not there away?
O met you not my true love
Riding on a bonny bay?
Why should not I love my love?
Why should not my love love me?
Why should not I speed after him
Since love to all is free?
And all lines are repeated once more