Wake Letra

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?

My lady roams around,
where do you call home?
‘Round there I would roam,
my lady I shall roam.
I was left with the roses,
the roses of your wake.