The Wood Collier’s Grave
Richard Hawley
Down in the greenwood there was a lass
Stole my heart along the path
Then came the woodman with his axe
Cut the trees down to the grass
No more greenwood, no more lass
She broke my heart and took the past
Broke my heart and took the past
When it's my time to leave this place
Plant many a tree deep around my grave
The birds will fly through to the highest boughs
And spread the seeds of these mighty towers
Will the greenwood bring her back?
She took my heart and broke my past
Took my heart and broke the past
Took my heart and broke my past
