A Week Before Easter

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Robbie O’Connell - Pop

A Week Before Easter

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Duration: 3:05

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A week before Easter a morn bright and clear O, the sun it shone brightly and keen blew the air I went to the forest to gather wildflowers But the forest would yield me no roses The roses are red the leaves they are green The bushes and briars are a joy to be seen And the small birds are singing and changing their notes Down among the wild beasts in the forest Now the first time I saw my love she was dressed all in white Made my eyes run and water fair dazzled my sight But now she has left me and shown me false play For she's gone to be wed to another The last time I saw my love she did in the church stand With a ring on her finger and a glove in her hand And I thought to myself that I could have been that man But she's left me and gone with some other The parson that married them aloud he did cry All you that forbid it I would have you stand nigh And I thought to myself I've a good reason why But I have not the heart to forbid it O dig me my grave, dig it both long, wide and deep And cover it over with flowers so sweet And I lay me down for to take a long sleep For that's the best way to forget her

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