Lady of Catrine - Marmalade

Oh, the geese fly and the peewit sing

As I ride on my horse, on the first day of spring

And the river flows o’er the grass so green

As I fly to my Lady of Catrine

And in my mind, the church bell rings

Could it be just for me on the first day of spring?

Some wedding scene, upon a village green

Wish it were me and my Lady of Catrine

Well, the wind is fresh and my eyes are bright

As I see my Lady’s castle come into sight

And I’ll bow to her, like a King to Queen

Then I’ll kiss my sweet Lady of Catrine