The night we met I knew I needed you so
and if I had the chance I’d never let you go.
So won’t you say you love me,
I’ll make you so proud of me.
We’ll make ’em turn their heads every place we go.
So won’t you, please, BE MY BE MY BABY
be my little. baby MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Say you’ll be my darlin’, BE MY BE MY BABY
be my baby now. MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Wha-oh-oh-oh.
I’ll make you happy, baby, just wait and see.
For every kiss you give me I’ll give you three.
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you.
You know I will adore you ’til eternity.
So won’t you, please, BE MY BE MY BABY
be my little. baby MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Say you’ll be my darlin’, BE MY BE MY BABY
be my baby now. MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Wha-oh-oh-oh.
So come on and, please, BE MY BE MY BABY
be my little. baby MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Say you’ll be my darlin’, BE MY BE MY BABY
be my baby now. MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Wha-oh-oh-oh.
BE MY BE MY BABY Be my little baby.
MY ONE AND ONLY BABY Oh,
BE MY BE MY BABY oh,
MY ONE AND ONLY BABY wha-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I used to think that i was strong
i realise now i was wrong
cause everytime i see your face
my mind becomes an empty space
and with you lying next to me
feels like i can hardly breathe
i close my eyes
the moment i surrender to you
let love be blind
innocent and tenderly true
so lead me through tonite
but please turn out the light
cause im lost everytime i look at you
and in the morning when you go
wake me gently so ill know
that loving you was not a dream
and whisper softly what it means to be with me
then every moment we’re apart
will be a lifetime to my heart
i close my eyes
the moment i surrender to you
let love be blind
innocent and tenderly true
so lead me through tonite
but please turn out the light
cause im lost everytime i look at you
lost everytime i look at you
The Bonny Swans （1.8MB)
Music by Loreena McKennitt
Lyrics traditional, arr. and adapted by Loreena McKennitt
From: The mask and mirror (1994).
A farmer there lived in the north country
a hey ho bonny o And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o These daughters they walked by the river’s brim
a hey ho bonny o The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
with a hey ho a bonny o And I will give you house and land
the swans swim so bonny o I’ll give you neither hand nor glove
with a hey ho a bonny o Unless you give me your own true love
the swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
with a hey ho and a bonny o Until she came to a miller’s dam
the swans swim so bonny o The miller’s daughter, dressed in red
with a hey ho and a bonny o She went for some water to make some bread
the swans swim so bonny o
Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
with a hey ho and a bonny o It’s very like a gentle woman
the swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
with a hey ho and a bonny o There came a harper passing by
the swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
with a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair
the swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone
with a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play alone
the swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father’s hall
with a hey ho and a bonny o And there was the court, assembled all
the swans swim so bonny o He laid the harp upon a stone
with a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play tone
the swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my father the King
with a hey ho and a bonny o And yonder sits my mother the Queen
the swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my brother Hugh
with a hey ho and a bonny o And by him William, sweet and true
the swans swim so bonny o And there does sit my false sister, Anne
with a hey ho and a bonny o Who drowned me for the sake of a man
the swans swim so bonny o
Loreena writes in the CD booklet about this song:
October 1990 – Annaghmakerrig, Ireland … have been striving to create the pieces and shape of The Visit. Brought various books of lyrics, poetry and other influences with me: the Unicorn Tapistries, The Golden Bough. Set some traditional lyrics to music; I am drawn to the harp motif and the essence of a fable in which a girl, drowned by her jealous sister, returns first as a swan and then is transformed into a harp … The countryside of County Monaghan would make an ideal location for a visual interpretation, with its lakes, forests and rolling countryside.
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