Lyrics

Among the oak and ash there grows
A flower in the fold
And so it is like love itself
A story I’ve been told
Of carpenters, of kings alike
Of rich men and of poor
Some will travel this whole wide world
And search for nothing more

If I could live a thousand years
I would not rightly know
The workings of my true love's heart
And why she had to go
I asked her parents to tell me please
But they just stood there cold
So without reply I turn around
And I was never told

Winter past, spring revealed
Summer at an end
A letter came to me today
Written in her hand
Goodbye dear one and forgive me please
I cannot ask enough
I understand now every soul
Whoever died for love X2