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 lee shore,
She loves her love but she'll love no more.
T'was down the grove this fair maid did go..A-picking the primrose just as she went..
The more she picked and the more she pulled,
Until she gathered her apron full
She took her roses and made a bed.. a stony pillow for her head.. she laid her down no word she spoke.. until this fair maid's heart was broke..
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 lee shore,
She loves her love but she'll love no more.
Sad huh? Its for choir!! Along with Sunrise Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof. Ave Maria. Dodili, and some other song.
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