She's Like the Swallow

She's like a swallow that flies on high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sun beaming on the lee shore
I love my love, but love is no more

A maiden to a garden did go
For to plucked some a primrose
The more she plucked, the more she did pull
Until this maiden's apron's full

Then out of these roses, she made a bed
A scarlet pillow for her head
She laid her down, no more she did say
And then this maiden's heart is dead

She's like the swallow that flies on high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sun beaming on the lee shore
I love my love, but love is no more



Credits
Writer(s): Katie Melua, Bob Chilcott
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