Springtime Meadows

I courted well in springtime meadows

I courted well all in the fall

And all the time that I was courtin'

I shouldn't been a-courtin' at all

Shouldn't been a-courtin' at all

Her lips were like some ruby jewels

If skies were blue, her eyes were bluer

And anytime I thought would please her

I'd have brought the sun down to her

The sun down to her

Her love grew warm in springtime meadows

But love grew cold as summer waned

No song can sing of my sad sorrow

Or of how my heart doth pain

My heart doth pain