Celtic Legend Sweet Rosemary
It was once written that love will return
Will you not come back home?
I'm waiting for you in the meadow
As I have always done
Oh, sweet rosemary
I was your only man
All of these years you ran to me
Who will now take my hand?
They say a raven came to your bed
As you lay in your dreams
Whispering things of such earthly delight
Stealing my sweetheart from me
Oh, sweet rosemary
I was your only man
All of these years you ran to me
Who will now take my hand?
The raven stole my love from me
He took her in his wings
I'll take my sling and shoot him down
Until his black heart bleeds
The raven stole my love from me
He took her in his wings
I'll take my sling and shoot him down
Until his black heart bleeds
