Bert Jansch Sylvie
As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside
As Sylvie was walking down by the riverside
And looking so sadly
looking so sadly
looking so sadly
All upon the swift tide
She thought on her lover that left her in pride
She thought on her lover that left her in pride
On the banks of the meadow
On the banks of the meadow
On the banks of the meadow
She sat down and cried
And as she sat weeping a young man came by
And as she sat weeping a young man came by
What ails you my jewel
What ails you my jewel
What ails you my jewel
And makes you to cry
Well I once had a sweetheart and now I have none
I once had a sweetheart and now I have none
He's gone and leave me
Gone and leave me
Gone and leave me
In sorrow to mourn
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed that I did see
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed that I did see
Mine own dearest true love
Mine own dearest true love
Mine own dearest true love
Come smiling to me
But when I awokened I found it not so
But when I awokened I found it not so
Mine eyes were like fountains
Mine eyes were like fountains
Mine eyes were like fountains
Where the waters do flow
I'll set sail of silver and steer towards the sun
I'll set sail of silver and steer towards the sun
And my false love will weep
My false love will weep
My false love will weep
For me after I'm gone.
