I courted well in springtime meadows
I courted well all in the Fall
And all the time that I was courtin'
I shouldn't been a-courtin' at all
Shouldn't been a-courtin' at all
Her lips were like some ruby jeweler's
If skies were blue, her eyes were bluest
And anytime I thought would please her
I brought the sun down to her
The sun down to her
Her love grew warm in springtime meadows
But love grew cold as summer waned
No song can sing of my sad sorrow
Or how my heart doeth pain
My heart doeth pain

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