Hey I got alfs song from series 3 ep 3
ORIGINAL VERSION
A gypsy came to the castle gate,
He sang so sweet and wild.
And with his song he stole away,
The master’s only child.
Oh she cast away her silken gown,
She cast away her pride;
And ran with him into the night,
Down to the sea so wild.
Come home! Come home! My bonny little child,
Come home again to me!
Sit once more by a round fireside,
With your head upon my knee!
Oh I’d rather live an hour here,
Than seven long years with thee.
And feel the salt spray on my cheek,
And know that I am free.
Oh she danced in the wind and she danced in the rain,
on the edge of the cliffs and the shore!
And she tasted the salt upon her cheek,
And never came home no more!
NEW VERSION ALF AND TWISTER MADE UP
Till ... a babe was born on a summers morn
He was his parents joy.
His mother held him to her heart,
A precious gypsy boy.
She took him to her fathers house,
She beat upon the gate.
Crying, ‘come and see my darling babe,
We named him for your sake’.
Come home! Come home! My bonny little child,
Come home again to me!
And the father wept down and said the babe
Shall be a son to me.
They danced all the day and they danced all the night.
And they danced on the cliffs and the shore.
And the master held his grandchild tight,
And ne’er was alone no more.
ORIGINAL VERSION
A gypsy came to the castle gate,
He sang so sweet and wild.
And with his song he stole away,
The master’s only child.
Oh she cast away her silken gown,
She cast away her pride;
And ran with him into the night,
Down to the sea so wild.
Come home! Come home! My bonny little child,
Come home again to me!
Sit once more by a round fireside,
With your head upon my knee!
Oh I’d rather live an hour here,
Than seven long years with thee.
And feel the salt spray on my cheek,
And know that I am free.
Oh she danced in the wind and she danced in the rain,
on the edge of the cliffs and the shore!
And she tasted the salt upon her cheek,
And never came home no more!
NEW VERSION ALF AND TWISTER MADE UP
Till ... a babe was born on a summers morn
He was his parents joy.
His mother held him to her heart,
A precious gypsy boy.
She took him to her fathers house,
She beat upon the gate.
Crying, ‘come and see my darling babe,
We named him for your sake’.
Come home! Come home! My bonny little child,
Come home again to me!
And the father wept down and said the babe
Shall be a son to me.
They danced all the day and they danced all the night.
And they danced on the cliffs and the shore.
And the master held his grandchild tight,
And ne’er was alone no more.