I had all I would, that hour.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay
Now silver is white, red is the gold;
The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay
Still through the window shines the sun.
How should I love, yet be so young?
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay’
girls given away like objects... I still think about you…
