"Fileuse" lyrics - SARAH BRIGHTMAN
Lorsque j'etais jeunette, je gardais les moutons,
Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, Tiroulou.
Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, rouli, roule.
N'etais jamais seulette a songer par les monts.
Tirouli...
Mais d'autres bergerettes avex moi devisalent.
Tirouli...
Parfois de sa musette un berger nous charmait.
Tirouli...
Il nous faisait des rondes, joli' rondes d'amour.
Tirouli...
Mais me voila vieille, reste seule toujours.
Tirouli...!
[Spinner]
When I was a young girl I tended the sheep,
Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, Tiroulou.
Tirouli, Tiroula, Tirouli, rouli, roule.
I never dreamt in solitude upon the mountainside.
Tirouli...
But other young shepherdesses would talk with me.
Tirouli...
Sometimes a shepherd would play the musette for our delight.
Tirouli...
He would play pretty love dances for us.
Tirouli...
Yet now I am old, and still on my own.
Tirouli...!
The Trees They Grow So High (1988)
- Early One Morning
- Come You Not From Newcastle?
- Sweet Polly Oliver
- The Trees They Grow So High
- The Ash Grove
- O Waly, Waly
- How Sweet The Answer
- The Plough Boy
- Voici Le Printemps
- The Last Rose Of Summer
- La Belle Est Au Jardin D'Amour
- Fileuse
- Dear Harp Of My Country!
- Little Sir William
- O Can Ye Sew Cushions?
- Oft In The Stilly Night
- Quand J'Eais Chez Non Pe
- There's None To Soothe
- Oliver Cromwell