Letra de When a Man's In Love He Feels No Cold

She wore the guise of a winter squall
Blowing through my empty hall
With rime on window, frost on sill
And icicle on gable bell
Then she wore the guise of fallow doe
As great with young as she could go
Then she turned to me, then turned to go
Leaving footprints in the snow
But when a man's in love he feels no cold
When a man's in love he feels no cold
When a man's in love he feels no cold
When a man's in love he feels no cold
So bake for us the bridal bread
And brew the bridal beer, oh
And make for us the bridal bed
And we will disappear, oh
And farewell to the Clyde water
The gently flowing river
My love and I are going away
Although we know not whither
When a man's in love he feels no cold
When a man's in love he feels no cold
So bake for us the bridal bread
And brew the bridal beer, oh
And make for us the bridal bed
And we will disappear, oh
And farewell to the Clyde water
The gently flowing river
My love and I are going away
Although we know not whither
My love and I are going away
Although we know not whither