Barbara Allen
Blackmore's Night
Letra

Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swelling
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling
Saying you must come to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen

So slowly slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him
And the only words to him did say
Young man I think you're dying

As she walked slowly o'er the field
She heard the death bells knelling
And with every stroke it seemed to say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen

Oh mother, oh mother make by bed
Make it both long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
And I will die for him tomorrow

They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him beside her
And from his grave grew a red red rose
And from her grave a green briar

They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they tied a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar