Blue & Gold - Linda Thompson

Tell me, Mother, who will I marry?

Tell me as we stitch

While my father loves to tarry

Under a drunken ditch

Her mother said you are a princess

And you will seek your kind

He will sweep you off your feet

And you’ll live in a palace so fine

She met a boy and he seemed so right

With his stripes and his blue cockade

And they lay down on a pallet of straw

It seemed like a grand estate

She married the man to whom she was promised

With heavy heart she went

With servants to carry and servants to fetch

And no one to help her forget

Through the long lonely nights I call your name

Sleeping and waking to me are just the same

Everything I have I would gladly give

For thee, for thee

Through the long lonely nights I call your name

Sleeping and waking to me are just the same

Everything I have I would gladly give

For thee, for thee

Blue and gold, young and old

Beautiful or plain

The fortunes of war are a broken heart

On a golden chain

Pity the woman who marries for love

Her heart will never be free

And pity the woman who marries for land

For she’ll unhappy be

Through the long lonely nights I call your name

Sleeping and waking to me are just the same

Everything I have I would gladly give

For thee, for thee