Down By The River

Down by the river there grows a green willow,

Sing oh! for my true love, my true love, oh!

I'll weep out the night there, the bank for my pillow,

And all for my true love, my true love, oh!

When chill blows the wind, and tempests are beating,

I'll count all the clouds as I mark them retreating,

For true lovers' joys, well-a-day, are as fleeting,

Sing all for my true love, my true love, oh!

Maids come in pity when I am departed,

Sing oh! for my true love, my true love, oh!

When dead on the bank I am found broken hearted,

And all for my true love, my true love, oh!

Make me a grave, all while the wind's blowing,

Close to the stream where my tears once were flowing,

And over my corpse keep the green willow growing,

'Tis all for my true love, my true love, oh!