paroles de chanson The Gardener - June Tabor
Proud
Maisrie
stands
in
her
bower
door
Straight
as
the
willow
wand
And
by
and
comes
a
gardener
lad
With
a
red
rose
in
his
hand
And
by
and
comes
a
gardener
lad
With
a
red
rose
in
his
hand
It's
you
shall
have
my
rose,
fair
maid
If
you
give
your
flower
to
me
From
among
the
flowers
in
my
garden
I'll
shape
a
gown
for
thee
From
among
the
flowers
in
my
garden
I'll
shape
a
gown
for
thee
A
lily
white
shall
be
your
smock
Becomes
your
body
best
The
gillyflower
to
be
your
quill
And
a
primrose
at
your
breast
The
gillyflower
to
be
your
quill
And
a
primrose
at
your
breast
Your
gown
shall
be
the
scented
thyme
Your
petticoat
chamomile
Your
apron
of
the
salads
neat
That
taste
both
sweet
and
fine
Your
apron
of
the
salads
neat
That
taste
both
sweet
and
fine
Since
you
have
shaped
a
gown
for
me
Among
the
summer
flowers
It's
I'll
pay
you
back
again
Amidst
the
winter
showers
It's
I'll
repay
you
back
again
Amidst
the
winter
showers
New-fallen
snow
shall
be
your
shirt
And
lie
your
body
next
And
the
mirk-black
rain
shall
be
your
coat
And
a
wind
gale
at
your
breast
The
mirk-black
rain
shall
be
your
coat
And
a
wind
gale
at
your
breast
The
steed
that
you
shall
ride
upon
Shall
be
the
weather
grey
And
when
you
come
into
my
sight
I'll
wish
you
were
away
And
when
you
come
into
my
sight
I'll
wish
you
were
away
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