Down by the Salley Garden
My love and I did meet.
She passed the Salley Garden
With little snow white feet.
She bid me take life easy
As the leaves grow on the trees.
But I being young and foolish,
With her would not agree.
In a field by the river
My love and I did stand.
And on my healing shoulder
She laid her snow white hand.
She bid me take love easy
As the grass grows on the weeds.
But I was young and foolish
And now I'm full of tears.
She bid me take love easy
As the grass grows on the weeds.
But I was young and foolish
And now I'm full of tears.
And now I'm full of tear