Among the Oak & Ash - Among The Oak & Ash

Among the oak and the ash there grows

Flower in the Fall

And so it is that love itself

Story I’ve been told

Of carpenters and kings alike

Of rich men and of poor

Some will travel this whole wide world

And seek out nothing more

If I could live a thousand years

I would not rightly know

The workings of true love’s heart

Why she had to go

I asked her parents where she was

They just stood there cold

So without reply I turned around

And I was never told

Winter passed and Spring revealed

Summer had an end

A letter came to me today

Written in her hand

«By dear, forgive me

I cannot ask enough

I understand now every soul

That ever died for love

I understand now every soul

That ever died for love»