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Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew
Sorry was I love when parting from you
But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true
And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue
I once had a sweetheart but now I have none
He's gone and he's left me to weep and to mourn
He's gone and he's left me for others to see
I'll soon find another far better than he
He passes my window both early and late
And the looks that he gives me would make my heart break
The looks that he gives me a thousand would kill
Though he hates and detests me I love that lad still
I wrote him a letter in red rosy lines
He wrote back an answer all twisted and twined
Saying keep your love letters and I'll keep mine
You write to your love and I'll write to mine
Now often I wonder why maidens love men
I often have wondered why young men love them
But from my own knowledge I will have you know
The men are deceivers wherever they go
Green grows the laurel, and soft falls the dew
Sorry was I love when parting from you
But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true
And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue
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Blue mountain river, if only for a while
Take me to the river, I lay down by your side
The world is full of madness and I find it hard to smile
I'll sleep within through winter and wait for summertime
Blue mountain river, comfort me a while
I'll follow down the river, I'll follow you 'til night
I listen to your whispers, you dance in time to mine
We'll stay awake together watchin' silver in the sky
Blue mountain river, I wanna rest a while
You're changing my reflection and the seasons in my mind
Let these days go on forever, I'll leave in my own time
Take me where you're going and I'll be right by your side
Blue mountain river, I went there for a while
I listened for an answer and I found it deep inside
When I'm lost behind the shadows and I wanna run and hide
Blue mountain river is there right by my side
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I wish I was in heaven high
For night and day I just wait and cry
And from my arms he flew one night
To where I cannot find
I wish I had the wings to fly
For in this world he left no signs
Maybe someday he'll bring me back
To where I cannot find
Had I the heart to tell him then
He might have stayed until the end
Maybe someday we'll meet again
In where I cannot find
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