The Weavers - Wild Goose Gra**es lyrics

In Tarry-town there did dwell A handsome youth I knew so well He courted me my life away, And now with me he will no longer stay Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose gra**es growing over me Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose gra**es growing over me Oh once I wore my apron low He's follow me through ice and snow Now that I wear my apron high You walk right down the street and pa** me by Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose gra**es growing over me Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose gra**es growing over me There is an inn in Tarrytown Where my love goes and sits him down He takes another on his knee For she has gold and riches more than me Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose gra**es growing over me Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose gra**es growing over me