| Down in the greenwood, under the lime tree
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| we spent lover’s hours
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| and if you pass by you’ll know we lay there,
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| look how we crushed all the flowers.
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| The insects buzzed and the nightingales sang
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| high above the forest on a soft south wind,
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| point and laugh if you come walking past
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| I don’t care at all how red her mouth is.
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| Down in the greenwood, under the lime tree
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| crushing the grass and the sweet herbs
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| there in the roses I laid my head down,
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| see where the petals are disturbed.
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| And if you accuse her of lying there with me this I know for sure she will never be ashamed:
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| she was the one, the one and only woman
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| I ever came to wish would whisper my name.
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| Down in the greenwood, under the lime tree
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| the lily embraces the ivy
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| and if you pass by, stop look and marvel
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| at how she has grown to survive him
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| for she stayed here with me for just a year
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| and bound her hair with gold,
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| oh my little white dove…
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| one fine day she turned into a hawk
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| and flew off to the sun to find a new love.
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| Up in the blue sky ever the wind flies
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| searching the clouds of his dreamland,
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| the dream is for beauty but he’ll
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| never catch her…
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| She’ll always slip through his hands
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| and thus we live forever and the dream
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| just like the wind and clouds will escape us…
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| And thus we live forever and the world
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| just like the wind and clouds will escape us |