Chris De Burgh - Polly Von [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I will tell of a hunter whose life was undone
By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark;

She'd her apron wrapped about her
And he took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;

He ran up beside her and found that it was she
He turned away his face for he could not bear to see
He lifted her up and he found she was dead
A fountain of tears for his true love he shed;

She'd her apron wrapped about her
And he took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;

He carried her off to his home by the sea
Crying' "Father, oh Father, I've murdered poor Polly!
I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life
I'd always intended that she be my wife;"

"But she'd her apron wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;"

He roamed near the place where his true love was slain
And wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in vain
As he looked on the lake, a swan glided by
And the sun slowly set in the grey of the sky;

"But she'd her apron wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von;"

"She'd her apron wrapped about her
And I took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von."