The Green Laurel - Anúna, Michael McGlynn, Eimear Quinn

I once had a sweetheart but now I have none

He’s gone and he’s left me in sorrow to weep and mourn

He’s gone and he’s left me for others to see

I know that he’ll soon find another far better than me

I wrote him a letter both loving and kind

He wrote me an answer with sharp twisted lines

Saying, «Keep your love letters and I will keep mine

You write to your love and I’ll write to mine»

Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew

Hard was my heart when I parted from you

In our next meeting, I hope you’ll prove true

And we’ll join the green laurel for the violet so blue

He passes my window both early and late

The looks that he gives me would make my heart break

The looks that he gives me a thousand would kill

Whenever he wanders, he’ll be my love still

Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew

Hard was my heart when I parted from you

In our next meeting, I hope you’ll prove true

And we’ll join the green laurel for the violet so blue

Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew

Hard was my heart when I parted from you

In our next meeting, I hope you’ll prove true

And we’ll join the green laurel for the violet so blue

For the violet so blue, for the violet so blue