She Is Like The Swallow

she's like the swallow that flies so high

oh -- she's like the river that never runs dry

she's like the sunshine on the lee shore

I love my love and love is no more

oh --

a maiden into the garden did go

a-pickin' the beautiful, primitive rose

all the more she plucked, the more she did pull

until she got her apron full

and out of the roses

she made a bed

a scarlet pillow for her head

she lay her down, no word did she speak

and then this fair maiden's heart it did break

she's like the swallow that flies so high

and she's like the river that never runs dry

she's like the sunshine on the lee shore

I love my love and love is no, no more

no, no more

she's like the swallow

she's like the river