Green Grows The Laurel

Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew
 Sorry am I love I'm parted with you
 Sorry am I love, contented must be
 She loves another, far better than me
 I pass by love's window, early and late
 The look that she gave me, it made my heart break
 The look that she gave me, ten thousand kill
 She loves another but I love her still
 Green grows the laurel soft falls the dew
 Sorry am I love I'm parted with you
 Sorry am I love contented must be
 She loves another far better than me
 I wrote her a letter, a short rosy line
 The answer she gave me twas twisted and twined
 You write your love letters fancy and fine
 You write to your love and I will write mine
 INST
 I wonder, I wonder, why women love men
 And I can't help but wonder why they love them
 For women are faithful and kind as we know
 But men are deceivers wherever they go
 Green grows the laurel soft falls the dew
 Sorry am I love I'm parted with you
 Sorry am I love contented must be
 She loves another far better than me