Golden Bird Lyrics

Oh, you're welcome home again, said the young man to his love,
I have waited for many's a night and day.
You look tired and you are pale, said thhe young man to his love,
You shall never again, go away.

I must go away he said, when the little bird it crows,
Here they will not let me stay.
Oh and if I had my way, said the young girl to her love,
This night would never be day.

Oh my pretty little bird, my handsome little bird,
I pray you never call before the day.
And your combs shall be made from the very beaten gold,
And your wings of your silver so gay.

But, Oh this little bird, This handsome little bird,
It crew out a full hour too soon,
Oh my darling she said, it is time for us to part,
It is now the going down of the moon.

Oh, and where is your bed, my dearest dear he said,
And where are your fine hollen sheets.
Oh, and where are your maids, my dearest dear he said,
To wait upon you as you sleep.

The clay is my bed, my dearest dear, she said.
The shroud is my fine hollen sheet.
The worms and the creeping things, are my waiting maids,
To wait uopn me as I sleep.