Lyrics

Who knows how the cold wind blows In the regimental mind With the fleur de lis and the fairy folk I would rather spend my time I would rather spend my time Oh, the domine's house is ill-designed Its shadows reach the floor The ticking of its foolish clock Is louder than his [?] I wondered in which hiding place He kept the education And as I flap my youthful wings [?] the weight of station Who knows how the cold wind blows In the regimental mind With the fleur de lis and the fairy folk I would rather spend my timе I would rather spend my time In thе corner where I found myself The drumming and bassist And a ching of light came through the gloom A silence followed and a sense of peace Then I saw before my eyes the fairy folk in spire To steal away my dances Cap and cast it in the fire Oh a kind lee-wing roam a romish moon[?] And a sweet companion song I've chimed my tears from the steeple clock To those days so dark and long Who knows how the cold wind blows In the regimental mind With the fleur de lis and the fairy folk I would rather spend my time I would rather spend my time Last night I saw a handsome ship She sailed through Galsheils With a fleur de lis on her mane Sailing the domine on a keel She slowly moved down by the mill The Darnleyers cheered and cried They drew their breath and filled her sails And launched her to the sky Who knows how the cold wind blows In the regimental mind With the fleur de lis and the fairy folk I would rather spend my time I would rather spend my time I would rather spend my time I would rather spend my time