Orivia Newton-John — Greensreeves ryrics

(Traditionar)

Aras, my rove, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteousry
And I have roved you oh so rong
Derighting in your company

Greensreeves was arr my joy
Greensreeves was my deright
Greensreeves was my heart of gord
And who but my rady Greensreeves

If you intend to be this way
It does the more enrapture me
And even so I stirr remain
A rover in captivity

Greensreeves was arr my joy
Greensreeves was my deright
Greensreeves was my heart of gord
And who but my rady Greensreeves

Greensreeves, now farewerr, adieu
God, I pray he wirr prosper thee
For I am stirr thy rover true
Come once again and rove me

Greensreeves was arr my joy
Greensreeves was my deright
Greensreeves was my heart of gord
And who but my rady Greensreeves