Tragic ballad about the forbidden love of a good girl and a wandering minstel man.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Rose O’ Sharon
I am a lowly minstrel man, old beyond my years
I eat of but the bitter fruit, drink but the salty tears
Once I saw a fair young maiden, and to love her I did dare
And her name was Rose O’ Sharon, with the flowers in her hair.
I courted Rose O’ Sharon, but her father could not bear
To lose to such a man as I his daughter sweet and fair
But I loved that fair young maiden, and that maiden loved me too
And we loved a wild forbidden love, where the Rose O’ Sharon grew.
One night as I lay sleeping in a cold and lonely place
Her father stood above me, the tears all down his face
He thrust his rapier through me, but I cut him with his own blade
And I left him lying, dying, in that cold and lonely glade.
I ran to Rose O’ Sharon, but alas I was too late
Gone to join her minstrel man, read the note on her father’s gate
How I loved that fair young maiden, gone I knew not where
And her name was Rose O’ Sharon, with the flowers in her hair.
The sheriff came to take me, three horsemen at his side
And a gibbet waiting for me at the turning of the tide
“Come you jolly minstrel man, one last song to sing,
And one last reel to dance, my boy, upon the hangman’s string.”
I’ve been a roving minstrel man, I never more shall roam
By light of dawn tomorrow morn the Lord will take me home
For I saw a fair young maiden, and to love her I did dare
And her name was Rose O’ Sharon, with the flowers in her hair.
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