Now the dawn is breaking You'll be awaking And I'm still here raking My mind what to do You ignore my favours Our flame of love now wavers With tears my voice quavers At the very thought of you
Chorus: And I don't want to live at Old Moot Hall any more 'Cause the memories of our courtship there can never be restored
Now the sun has risen Still locked in my heart's prison I'm alone for to be wisen By years of untold pain But you'll be in your chamber room Coarse weaving at your loom Or wandering where flowers bloom Down a greenwood lane
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Middle 8 Would I were your suitor Or even your tutor At least he's near to you
Now the light is fading Evening paints her shading Yet there's no evading The visions in my head You'll be at your prayer Or in your old oak chair Combing auburn hair Before retiring to your bed