Emmylou Harris
Emmylou Harris - Lambs On The Green Hills lyrics
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Oh, lambs on the green hills, they sport and they play And many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea And many strawberries grow 'round the salt sea And many ships sail the ocean The bride and the bride's party, to church they did go The bride she rode foremost, she bears the best show But I followed after her with my heart filled with woe To see my love wed to another The next time I saw her, was in the church stand Gold ring on her finger, her love by the hand Says I'm my sweet lassie, I will be your man Although you are wed to another The next place I saw her, was on the way home I rode on before her not knowing where to go Says I'm my wee lassie, I will be the one Although you are wed to another Stop, stop says the groomsman, 'til I speak a word Would you chance your life on the point of my sword For courting so slowly, you have lost this fair maid So be gone for you never will enjoy her So dig now my grave, both large, wide and deep And sprinkle it over with flowers so sweet And lay me down in it to take my last sleep That's the best way to forget her