Down By The Salley Gardens - Celtic Woman

Down by the Salley Gardens

My love and I did meet

I passed the Salley Gardens

So gently on my feet

I bid him take life easy

As the leaves grow on the tree

But he being young and foolish

With me would not agree

In a field by the river

My love and I did stand

And on his leaning shoulder

I gently laid my head

I bid him take life easy

As the grass grows on the weirs

But he was young and foolish

And now he’s full of tears

Down by the Salley Gardens

My love and I did meet

I passed the Sally Gardens

So gently on my feet

I bid him take lif easy

As the leaves grow on the tree

But he being young and foolish

With me would not agree