a rose in april

if you've been following the series in folk lyrics by waterson: carthy and kate rusby, here's a particularly good, sad one i've just discovered.

its even sadder when you hear it on the CD, with the music an' all... i was walking down towards philidelphia, listening to it, and was almost in tears. sniff away young clifford...

"Oh can I go to my love's side

Oh let me go this day,

Please let me go to my love's side,

Oh mother, don't make me stay.

I was a rose in April

And still a rose in June

I fear that come the winter,

I shall no longer bloom."

"Oh daughter, daughter you cannot go,

Oh you cannot go this day.

Your father, he forbade you,

And at home you must remain.

You were a rose in April,

And still a rose in June,

But God can send five winters

And I know my rose will bloom."

"Mother, mother, I must away

Unto my true love's side.

Bring to me my white horse,

And away to him I'll ride."

She's rode through fields of barley,

And she's rode throught fields of corn,

She's come unto her true love

One hour before the dawn.

Her father, being awakened,

Heard of his daughter's flight.

He's taken up his dagger

And he's rode into the night.

He's rode through fields of barley

And he's sped through fields of corn.

He's come unto her true love's house

Just before the dawn.

He's found his daughter sleeping

in her true lover's arms.

He's taken up his dagger

And it's deep into their hearts.

"Oh father, cruel father,

You've killed my love, killed me,

But now I'll rest beside him,

Locked in his arms I'll be.

Locked in his arms I'll be."

kate rusby; hourglass