| Alas my love you do me wrong
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| To cast me off discourteously;
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| And I have loved you oh so long
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| Delighting in your company.
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| GREENSLEEVES was my delight,
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| GREENSLEEVES my heart of gold
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| GREENSLEEVES was my heart of joy
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| And who but my Lady GREENSLEEVES.
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| I have been ready at your hand
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| To grant whatever thou would’st crave;
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| I have waged both life and land
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| Your love and goodwill for to have.
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| GREENSLEEVES wa my delight,
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| GREENSLEEVES my heart of gold
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| GREENSLEEVES was my heart of joy
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| And who but my Lady GREENSLEEVES.
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| Thy petticoat of sendle white
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| With gold embroidered gorgeously;
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| Thy petticoat of silk and white
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| And these I bought gladly.
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| GREENSLEEVES wa my delight,
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| GREENSLEEVES my heart of gold
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| GREENSLEEVES was my heart of joy
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| And who but my Lady GREENSLEEVES.
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| I always wondered how Tom Waits would
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| sing GREENSLEEVES. |
| When preparing my
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| previous recording PARALLEL DREAMS,
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| while waiting to do something else, we
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| accidentally and spontaneously recorded
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| this track in one take without ever intending
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| to release it. |
| However, here is, Tom. |
| — L.M. |