"Oh can I go to my love's side Oh let me go this day. Please let me go to my love's side, Oh mother don't make me stay. I was a rose in April And still a rose in June I fear that come the winter I shall no longer bloom." "Oh daughter, daughter you cannot go, Oh you cannot go this day, Your father he forbade you And at home you must remain You were a rose in April And still a rose in June, But God can send fine winters And I know my rose will bloom." "Mother, mother I must away Unto my true love's side. Bring to me my white horse And away to him, I'll ride." She's rode through fields of barley And she's rode through fields of corn, She's come unto her true love One hour before the dawn. Her father being awakened Heard of his daughter's flight, He's taken up his dagger And he's rode into the night. And he's rode through fields of barley And he's rode through fields of corn, He's come unto her true love's house just before the dawn. He's found his daughter sleeping In her true love's arms He's taken up his dagger And it's deep into their hearts. "Oh father, cruel father You've killed my love, killed me. But now I'll rest beside him, Locked in his arms I'll be. Locked in his arms I'll be.
"Oh can I go to my love's side Oh let me go this day. Please let me go to my love's side, Oh mother don't make me stay. I was a rose in April And still a rose in June I fear that come the winter I shall no longer bloom." "Oh daughter, daughter you cannot go, Oh you cannot go this day, Your father he forbade you And at home you must remain You were a rose in April And still a rose in June, But God can send fine winters And I know my rose will bloom." "Mother, mother I must away Unto my true love's side. Bring to me my white horse And away to him, I'll ride." She's rode through fields of barley And she's rode through fields of corn, She's come unto her true love One hour before the dawn. Her father being awakened Heard of his daughter's flight, He's taken up his dagger And he's rode into the night. And he's rode through fields of barley And he's rode through fields of corn, He's come unto her true love's house just before the dawn. He's found his daughter sleeping In her true love's arms He's taken up his dagger And it's deep into their hearts. "Oh father, cruel father You've killed my love, killed me. But now I'll rest beside him, Locked in his arms I'll be. Locked in his arms I'll be.
