She's Like the Swallow

she's like the swallow that flies so high

oh -- 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

oh --


'twas out in the garden this fair maid did go

a-pickin' the beautiful, primitive rose

all the more she plucked, the more she pulled

until she got her apron full


it's out ... it's out of the roses

she made a bed

a stormy pillow for her head

she lay her down, nowhere she spoke

until this fair maid's heart was broke


she's like the swallow that flies so high

and 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, no more

no, no more



she's like the swallow

she's like the river