Lucia Micarelli - She Is Like the Swallow Lyrics
She's like the river that never runs dryShe's like the sun beaming on the lea shoreI love my love, but love is no moreA maiden into her garden did goFor to pluck her some wild primroseThe more she plucked, the more she did pullUntil this maiden's apron was fullThen out of these roses she made a bedA scarlet pillow for her headShe laid her down, no words she did speakAnd then this maiden's heart, it did breakShe's like the swallow that flies on highShe's like the river that never runs dryShe's like the sun beaming on the lea shoreI love my love, but love is no more