Twas in the merry month of May The green buds were a swelling Sweet William on his death bed lay For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent his servant unto her To the place where she was dwelling Saying you must come to his bedside now If your name be Barbara Allen
So slowly, slowly she got up And slowly she drew nigh him And the only words to him she said Young man I think you're dying
As she walked slowly o'er fields She heard the death bell knelling And with every stroke it seemed to say Hardhearted Barbara Allen
Oh mother, mother make my bed Make it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today And I will die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard They buried him beside her And from his grave grew a red, red rose And from her grave a green briar
They grew and grew to the steeple top Till they could not grow higher And there they tied in a true love's knot Red rose around green briarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
