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While you were sleeping my darling young son While you were sleeping my darling young one, she rode into the lake. For she knew she could not wait, for you my son, oh, to wake. While you were sleeping my darling young child While you were sleeping my darling young son, she rode into the lake. For she knew she could not wait. And you'll laugh at the roses, the roses of her wake. So you gather the flowers in her memory then lay upon her grave. Gather the flowers of her memory and lay upon her grave. Did you make a grave mistake? Did you dig a grave? Did her love you forsake? Letras de cancionesMy lady roams around, where do you call home? âRound there I would roam, my lady I shall roam. I was left with the roses, the roses of your wake. From Letras Mania