Ivor Gurney — Down by the Salley Gardens

Down by the Salley Gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet She bid me take life easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree In a field by the river my love and I did stand And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears