Harry Belafonte Come O My Love
The Winter has gone and the leaves turn green
The Winter has gone and the leaves turn green
Your innocent face, I wish I never had seen
Come o my love and fare you well
Come o my love and fare you well
You slighted me, but I wish you well
The rope was brought and the bow was swung
The rope was brought and the bow was swung
An innocent man you have all hung
Come o my love and see me die
Come o my love and see me die
Lift your innocent face, see me dance in the sky
