She's Like The Swallow - Fairport Convention

She’s like the swallow that flies so high

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

'Twas down in the meadow this fair maid bent

A-picking the primrose just as she went

The more she picked and the more she pulled

Until she gathered her apron full

She climbed on yonder hill above

To give a rose unto her love

She gave him one, she gave him three

She gave her heart for company

And as they sat on yonder hill

His heart grew hard, so harder still

He has two hearts instead of one

She says, «Young man, what have you done?»

«How foolish, foolish you must be

To think I love no one but thee

The world’s not made for one alone

I take delight in everyone.»

She took her roses and made a bed

A stony pillow for her head

She lay her down, no more did say

But let her roses fade away

She’s like the swallow that flies so high

She’s like the river that never runs dry

She’s like the sunshine on the lee shore

She loves her love but she’ll love no more