You wore red roses on your shining hair
at the meadow's end I was waiting there
love was all over the radiant summer air
you were the fairest of the village-fair --
all the village-laddies knew you well, dearest Clare
your radiant eyes no other lassie could compare
I'd love you till the world's last sunset, that I did swear
but you loved me not---your heart was somewhere!
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
You wore red roses on your shining hair
at the meadow's end I was waiting there
love was all over the radiant summer air
you were the fairest of the village-fair --
all the village-laddies knew you well, dearest Clare
your radiant eyes no other lassie could compare
I'd love you till the world's last sunset, that I did swear
but you loved me not---your heart was somewhere!