Текст песни Roland Leighton — Violets (Kit Harington)

Violets from Plug Street Wood,
Sweet, I send you oversea.
(It is strange they should be blue,
Blue, when his soaked blood was red,
For they grew around his head:
It is strange they should be blue.)

Violets from Plug Street Wood,
Think what they have meant to me -
Life and hope and Love and You
(and you did not see them grow
Where his mangled body lay
Hiding horrors from the day;
Sweetest, it was better so.)


Violets from oversea,
To your dear, far, forgetting land
These I send in memory
Knowing you will understand

R.A.L