The Wood Colliers Grave - Richard Hawley

Down in the greenwood there was a lass

Stole my heart along the path

Then came the woodman with his axe

Cut the trees down to the grass

No more greenwood, no more lass

She broke my heart and took the past

Broke my heart and took the past

When it’s my time to leave this place

Plant many a tree deep around my grave

The birds will fly through to the highest boughs

And spread the seeds of these mighty towers

Will the greenwood bring her back?

She took my heart and broke my past

Took my heart and broke the past

Took my heart and broke my past