Emmylou Harris - Barbara Allen Lyrics

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Was in the merry month of May

When all gay flowers were a bloomin',

Sweet William on his death-bed lay

For the love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town

To the place where she was dwelling

Said, "You must come to my master's house,

If your name be Barbara Allen."

So slowly, slowly she gets up,

And to his bedside going

She drew the curtains to one side

And says, "Young man, you're dying."

"I know, I'm sick and very low,

And sorrow dwells within me

No better, no better I never will be.

Til I have Barbara Allen."

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"Don't you remember last Saturday night

When I was at the tavern,

You gave your drinks to the ladies there

But you slighted Barbara Allen?"

He reached up his pale white hands

Intending for to touch her

She turned away from his bedside

And says, "Young man I won't have you."

He turned his cheek into the wall

And bursted out a crying

"What I do to thee I do to all

And I do to Barbara Allen."

She had not walked and reached the town

She heard the death bells ringing

And as they rolled they seemed to say,

"Hard-hearted Barbara Allen."

"Oh Mother, oh mother go make my bed

Make it both long and narrow

Sweet William died for me today

I'll die for him tomorrow."

Sweet William was buried in the old church yard

And Barbara there anigh him,

And out of his grave grew a red, red rose,

And out of hers, a briar.

They grew and grew to the old churchyard,

Where they couldn't grow no higher,

And there they tied in a true love's knot.

The rose wrapped around the briar.

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