Under The Greenwood Tree

Under the Greenwood Tree

Dawn draws near and you rise wearily
From my bed in search of your own
As you go my thoughts turn drearily
To the empty hours I shall spend alone

 [bad word] 
If you love [bad word] discreetly
Down to meet me under the greenwood tree
(Repeat)

 [bad word] sing
The breeze wanders aimlessly
Through the weeping willows and the oak
Memories of the nights we've spent shamelessly
Locked in love as cattle to their yoke

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Middle 8
Till Doomsday we’ll meet this way

Cursed am I to court such a lover
Who is not betrothed to me
For her dowry lies with another
And no sadder wife will there be

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