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I'll Be Sowing My Sorrow

I'll be sowing my sorrow, I'll be sowing my sorrow,
In an open field, in an open field.
 
My sorrow will be growing, my sorrow will be growing
- not rye, not wheat, not rye, not wheat.
 
My sorrow will be blooming, my sorrow will be blooming
With scarlet blossoms, with scarlet blossoms.
 
All the blooms will be scarlet-red, all the blooms will be scarlet-red,
One will be more scarlet, one will be more scarlet.
 
All that lads will be lovely, all that lads will be lovely,
One will be more lovely, one will be more lovely.
 
Hurry up, kiss me, kiss me.
 

Farewell

Grass will turn red from the glare of sunlight,
Southern winds fanning the flames on the land,
Mourning birds soar in their silent flight,
A handful of the past is squeezed by the hand.
 
Sunset will leave lasting scars on the heart,
Groan scares away magpies from branches,
And thunderous shallops clouds will start
In the rustle of drops to scatter your ashes.
 
With wolf packs going into the distance,
My thoughts are with you, don't regret, anyway,
Behind the veil of rain and silence
Your very long journey is written by fate.
 
Time stood still, and it's so empty inside,
Sadness will not cool the farewell pain,
Don't look back, stepping at midnight,
Salt of oblivion the eyes will retain.
 
Sunset will leave lasting scars on the heart,
Groan scares away magpies from branches,
And thunderous shallops clouds will start
In the rustle of drops to scatter your ashes.