Letras
There was a woman, ah, but she was a widow
Fair as the flowers in the valley
With a daughter as fair as a fresh sunny meadow
The red and the green and the yellow
No harp, no lute, no fife, no flute nor cymbal
As sweet goes the treble violin
This maiden so fair and the flower so rare
Together they grew in the valley
Then came a knight all dressed in green
Fair as the flowers in the valley
Will thou be my bride, will thou be my queen
The red and the green and the yellow
No harp, no lute, no fife, no flute nor cymbal
As sweet goes the treble violin
Ah, no, said she you'll never win me
Fair as the flowers in the valley
Then came a knight (Then came a knight)
Dressed in yellow (Dressed in yellow)
Fair as the flowers in the valley
Will thou be my love (Will thou be my love)
And my fair one said he (And my fair one said he)
The red and the green and the yellow
No harp, no lute, no fife, no flute nor cymbal
As sweet goes the treble violin
Ah, yes, said she, I'll come with thee
Farewell to the flowers in the valley
Ah, yes, said she, I'll come with thee
Farewell to the flowers in the valley