Pavan

Lyrics for Pavan

Fare you well, on the morrow I must leave And I'm bound for a far and distant land A tale will tell of my poor heart and how it grieves So for you, my love, this sorrowful caban I was born in Lincoln County And the son of a country wife am I Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye Let them be hard, with the dawn I'll be gone And I don't know if I'll be back again God as my guard and the champion of the round Off to holy wars to fight the Saracen I was born in Lincoln County And the son of a country wife am I Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye While you're away does your spouse turn a whore Or a chastity belt maiden while crusaders at war I'm tired of my chainmail, my armor makes me sore And it all seems so futile Weep though you will, but my love I cannot stay Dry your eyes and we'll share a parting kiss Wait until the advent of that day When I'm home and gone is sadness such as this I was born in Lincoln County And the son of a country wife am I Out of all the flowers growing wild in yon forest You're the fairest rose on which I've laid an eye