She's like the swallow that flies so high. She's like the river that never runs dry.
She's like the sunshine on the seashore. Oh, I love my love and love is no more.
T'was out in the garden this fair maid did go.
Up in the garden this fair maid did go.
Sticking the beautiful primer rose.
The more she plucked, the more she did pull.
Until she got her apron full.
It's out of these roses she's gone.
It's out of these roses she's gone.
She made a bend.
A stony pillow for her head.
She laid her down, no word she spake.
And so this fair maid's heart did go.
She's like the swallow that flies so high.
She's like the river that never runs dry.
She's like the river that never runs dry.
She's like the sunshine on the seashore.
Oh, I love my love and love is no more.
It's out in the garden this fair maid did go.
Oh, I love my love and love is no more.
She's like the sunshine on the seashore.
She's like the river that never runs dry.
It's out in the garden this fair maid did go.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.