She's like the swallow that flies on high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sun beaming on the lea shore
I love my love, but love is no more
A maiden into her garden did go
For to pluck her some wild primrose
The more she plucked, the more she did pull
Until this maiden's apron was full
Then out of these roses she made a bed
A scarlet pillow for her head
She laid her down, no words she did
speak
And then this maiden's heart, it did break
She's like the swallow that flies on high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sun beaming on the lea shore
I love my love, but love is no more
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She Is Like the Swallow Lyrics as written by Bob Chilcott
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She's Like The Swallow, also known as "She's Like a Swallow", is a traditional folk song from the Candadian province of Newfoundland. In 1934 It was arranged for voice and piano by the English classical composer Ralph Vaughan Williams, so it's one of those pieces that spans the worlds of both folk and classical music. Since Vaughan Williams is well-known for orchestral arrangements of English folk music, it's sometimes assumed that "She's Like the Swallow" is an English song. In fact, the melody may be derived from British folk songs, but the lyrics are very much from Newfoundland. The best-known 'folk' recording of "She's Like the Swallow" is by Cara Dillon, and the chords set out here will work with her version of the song. There's a little more information about the origin of "She's Like the Swallow" at Mudcat.
Capo at 3rd Fret
Em Bm Em C
She's like a swallow that flies so high,Em C BmLike a river that never runs dry,
Em C Bm Em
Lke the sunshine on the lee shore,
Em C Em
She loves her love and loves no more.
She's like a swallow that flies so high,
She's like a river that never runs dry,
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore,
She loves her love and love's no more.
'Tis out in the meadow this fair maid did go,
A picking a lovely primrose,
The more she plucked the more she pulled,
Until she's got her apron full.
She climbed on yonder hill above,
To give a rose unto her love,
She gave him
one, she gave him three,
She gave her heart for company.
And as they sat on yonder hill above,
To give a rose unto her love.
She gave him one, she gave him three
She gave her heart for company
And as they sat on yonder hill
His heart grew hard, so harder still.
He has two hearts instead of one;
She says, young man what have you done.
How foolish, foolish you must be,
To think I loved no one but thee;
This world's not made for one alone;
I take
delight in every home.
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She's like the swallow that flies so high,
She's like the river that never runs dry,
She's like the
sunshine on the lee shore,
I love my love and love is no more.
'Twas out in the meadow this fair maid did go,
A-picking the beautiful prim'rose;
The more she plucked, the more she pulled
Until she gathered her apron full.
She climbed on yonder hill above,
To give a rose unto her love.
She gave him one, she gave him three;
She gave her heart for company.
And as they sat on yonder hill
His heart grew hard, so harder still.
He has two hearts instead of
one.
She says, "Young man, what have you done?"
(she says:) "When I carried my apron low,
My love followed me through frost and snow.
But now my apron is to my chin-
My love passes by and won't call in."
(he says:) "How foolish, foolish you must be
To think I love no-one but thee.
The world's not made for one alone;
I take delight in ev'ry one."
She took her roses and made a bed
A stony pillow for her head.
She lay her down, no more did say,
Just let her
roses fall away.
She's like the swallow that flies so high,
She's like the river that never runs dry,
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore,
She lost her love and she'll love no more.
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She's like the swallow that flies so high, She's like the river that never runs dry, She's like the sunshine on the lee shore, I love my love and love is no more. 'Twas out in the meadow this fair maid did go, A-picking the beautiful prim'rose; The more she plucked, the more she pulled Until she gathered her apron full. She climbed on yonder hill above, To give a rose unto her love. She gave him one, she gave him three; She gave her heart for company. And as they sat on yonder hill His heart grew hard, so harder still. He has two hearts instead of one. She says, "Young man, what have you done?" (she says:) "When I carried my apron low, My love followed me through frost and snow. But now my apron is to my chin- My love passes by and won't call in." (he says:) "How foolish, foolish you must be To think I love no-one but thee. The world's not made for one alone; I take delight in ev'ry one." She took her roses and made a bed A stony pillow for her head. She lay her down, no more did say, Just let her roses fall away. She's like the swallow that flies so high, She's like the river that never runs dry, She's like the sunshine on the lee shore, She lost her love and she'll love no more.
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