The Weed Tree

All I wanted was your time All you ever gave me was tomorrow All I wanted was your time All you ever gave me was tomorrow And tomorrow never comes Tomorrow never comes Tomorrow never comes Tomorrow never comes Tomorrow never comes People stood in a l

Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like a rose so fair. She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon she stands. I love my love and well she knows. I love the ground whereon she goes. And how I w

When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the good will of my master Amberdine Until a young sailor came there to stay And that was the beginning of my misery He called for a candle to light him to bed Aand likewise a silk hankerchief to tie up hi