She Is Like The Swallow

Em Am D Em She's like the swallow that flies on high Am D Em She's like the river that never runs dry Am D Em She's like the sun beaming on the lea shore Am D Em I love my love, but love is no more Am D Em A maiden into her garden did go Am D Em For to pluck her some wild primrose Am D Em The more she plucked, the more she did pull Am D Em Until this maiden's apron was full Am D Em Then out of these roses she made a bed Am D Em A scarlet pillow for her head Am D Em She laid her down, no words she did speak Am D Em And then this maiden's heart, it did break Em Am D Em Em Am D Em Em Am D Em Em Am D Em Am D Em She's like the swallow that flies on high Am D Em She's like the river that never runs dry Am D Em She's like the sun beaming on the lea shore Am D Em I love my love, but love is no more