She Is Like the Swallow (feat. Leigh Nash) - Lucia Micarelli/Leigh Nash

Composed by：Lucia Micarelli

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 did she 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

But love is no more