The Lost Lover

Album cover art for "The Lost Lover" by Ernest John Moeran

Ernest John Moeran - Pop

The Lost Lover

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The summer is coming and the grass is green And the leaves are budding on every tree; The ships are sailing upon the sea And I'll soon have tidings of my own Johneen The night was stormy and dark and cold When I lost my darling, my true love bold; I'll range the valleys and the mountains high And I'll never marry until I die O Johnny, Johnny I love you well I love you better than tongue can tell; I love my friends and relations too But I'd leave them all, love, and go with you

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Credits

Writers
  • Ernest John Moeran
  • Traditional