Woorden: Blackmores Night. Greensleeves.

Alas my love, you do me wrong
To cast me out discourteously
And I have loved you for so long
Delighting in your company

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but Lady Greensleeves

Alas my love, you do me wrong
To cast me out discourteously
And I have loved you for so long
Delighting in your company

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but Lady Greensleeves

Who but my Lady Greensleeves
Who but my Lady Greensleeves