Hawthorn red
Hanging in the garden at my head
Tell me simple tell me true
When winter comes what will I do
I have a house with chimneys four
I have a silver bell at my door
A single heart and a single bed
That's not enough the Hawthorn said
I have a Lute and Lyre
A yellow cat sits by is my fire
A nightingale to my tree is tied
That bird looks sick the Hawthorn cried
I have a horse with wings for feet
I have a chicken each day to eat
When I was born the church bells rang
But just for time the Hawthorn sang
I have silk and satin spread
That runs blood red round my bedhead
So why is my heart as light a lead
There's no love there the Hawthorn said
Hawthorn white Hawthorn red
Hanging in the garden at my head
Tell me simple tell me true
When winter comes what will i do
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Hawthorn white