| Karan Casey – She Is Like The Swallow Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Sorry to be so late to the party, but I've come across a longer version of this traditional lyric as performed by a Newfoundland folk ensemble. I think it makes clear who and what the young woman is mourning. Here it is: She's like the swallow that flies so high, She's like the river that never runs dry, She's like the sun that shines on the lee shore I love my love, but love is no more. T'was down in the meadow this fair maid went A-plucking the rose just as she went, The more she plucked and the more she pulled Until she'd gathered her apron full. She climbed on yonder hill above To give the roses unto her love She gave him one, she gave him three She gave him her heart for company. How foolish, foolish you must be, To think I loves no one but thee. The world's not made for one alone, I takes delight in everyone. It's of those roses she made a bed, A stony pillow unto her head, Now this fair maid, no word did she say, Until her very dying day. There is a man on yonder hill He's living there and living still He's got a heart as hard as stone, He's got two hearts instead of one. She's like the swallow that flies so high, She's like the river that never runs dry, She's like the sun that shines on the lee shore I love my love, but love is no more. |
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