Under the Greenwood Tree

Dawn draws near and you rise wearily
From my bed in search of your own
As you go my thoughts turn drearily
To the empty hours I shall spend alone

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If you love [bad word] discreetly
Down to meet me under the greenwood tree
(Repeat)

 [bad word] sing
The breeze wanders aimlessly
Through the weeping willows and the oak
Memories of the nights we've spent shamelessly
Locked in love as cattle to their yoke

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Middle 8
Till Doomsday we’ll meet this way

Cursed am I to court such a lover
Who is not betrothed to me
For her dowry lies with another
And no sadder wife will there be

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