Stephen Stills - Dens of Yarrow lyrics

There were seven suns and two of them twins There were seven suns in Yarrow And they all did fight for their own true love In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow Oh mother dear, I dreamed a dream A dream of grief and sorrow I dreamed I saw my own true love In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow Oh daughter dear, I saw your dream Your dream of grief and sorrow Your love today is laying slay In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow She sought him up, she sought him down She sought him all through Yarrow And there she found him laying slay In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow Her hair, it was three quarters long And the color of it was yellow She rocked it around his middle so small And carried him home from Yarrow Oh mother dear, come make my bed Come make it soft and narrow For my true love has died tonight In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow She dressed herself in clean white clothes And away to the waters of Yarrow And there she lay her sweet self down And died on the banks of Yarrow