Flowers In the Valley

There was a woman, ah but she was a widow
Fair as the flowers in the valley
With the daughter as fair as a fresh sunny meadow
The red and the green and the yellow

No harp, no lute, no pipe nor flute nor cymbal
As sweet grows the treble violin

This maiden so fair and the flower so rare
Together they grew in the valley

Then came a knight all dressed in green
Fair as the flowers in the valley
"Will thou be my bride? Will thou be my queen?"
The red and the green and the yellow

No harp, no lute, no pipe nor flute nor cymbal
As sweet grows the treble violin

"Ah no" said she "You'll never win me"
Fair as the flowers in the valley

Then came a knight (Then came a knight)
Dressed in yellow (Dressed in yellow)
Fair as the flowers in the valley
"Will thou be my love?" (Will thou be my love?)
"And my fair one?" Said he (And my fair one? Said he)
The red and the green and the yellow

No harp, no lute, no pipe nor flute nor cymbal
As sweet grows the treble violin

"Ah yes" said she "I'll come with thee"
Farewell to the flowers in the valley
"Ah yes" said she "I'll come with thee"
Farewell to the flowers in the valley