She's like the swallow that flies so high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sunshine all on the lee shore
She loves her love, but she'll love no more
Down in the meadow this fair maid went
A-picking primroses just as she went
The more she picked, oh, the more she pulled
Until she gathered her apron full
She climbed on yonder hill above
To give a rose unto her love
Well, 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, and 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 love no one but thee
The world's not made for one alone
I take delight in everyone"
She took her roses and made a bed
A stony pillow to rest her head
She laid her down, no more to say
And let her roses fade 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 loves her love but she'll love no more
