Barbara Allen

歌詞

Oh, in the merry month of May When green buds they were swellin' Young Tommy Jones on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen He sent his men unto her then To the place where she was dwellin' "You must come to my master, dear If your name be Barbara Allen" So slowly, slowly she came up And slowly she came at him But all she said when she came there "Young man, I think you're dyin" "If on your death bed you do lie What needs a tale you're tellin' I cannot keep you from yourself Farewell", said Barbara Allen He turned his face unto the wall As deadly pangs he fell in Farewell, farewell, farewell to all Farewell to Barbara Allen