st：stina nordenstam Songs Title：like a swallow Hes like the swallow that flies so high Hes like the river that never runs dry. Hes like the sunshine on the lee shore He was my love, my love is no more Out in the garden Im picking roses, how could he not

Artist：stina nordenstam Songs Title：like a swallow Hes like the swallow that flies so high Hes like the river that never runs dry. Hes like the sunshine on the lee shore He was my love, my love is no more Out in the garden Im picking roses, how could he not The more he picked and the more he pulled Until I gathered an apron full. She climbed on yonder hill above To give a rose unto her love. She gave him one, she gave him three She gave her heart for company. And as they sat on yonder hill His heart grew hard, so harder still. He has two hearts instead of one. She says, young man, what have you done? how foolish, foolish you must be To think I love no one but thee. The worlds not made for one alone I take delight in everyone. Out of these roses he made a bed A stony pillow for his head. He lay his head down, no word he spoke ....