Wild Goose Grasses - The Weavers-歌词

Wild Goose Grasses - The Weavers

Written by：Trad Allison

In Tarry town

There did dwell

A handsome youth

I'm not them well

He courted me

My life away

And now with me

He will no longer stay

Wide and deep

Wide and deep

My grave will be

My grave will be

With the wild goose grasses growing

Over me

Wide and deep

Wide and deep

My grave will be

My grave will be

With the wild goose grasses growing

Over me

Well I wore

My apron low

He's follow me

Through ice and snow

Now that I wear

My apron high

He goes right down the street

Passes by

Wide and deep

Wide and deep

My grave will be

My grave will be

With the wild goose grasses growing

Over me

Wide and deep

Wide and deep

My grave will be

My grave will be

With the wild goose grasses growing

Over me

There is an inn

In Tarry town

Where my love goes

And sits him down

He takes another

On his knee

For she has gold and riches

More than me

Wide and deep

Wide and deep

My grave will be

My grave will be

With the wild goose grasses growing

Over me

Wide and deep

Wide and deep

My grave will be

My grave will be

With the wild goose grasses growing

Over me