Sweet Rosemary - Celtic Legend

Will you not come back home?

I’m waiting for you in the meadow

As I have always done

Oh, sweet rosemary

I was your only man

All of these years you ran to me

Who will now take my hand?

They say a raven came to your bed

As you lay in your dreams

Whispering things of such earthly delight

Stealing my sweetheart from me

Oh, sweet rosemary

I was your only man

All of these years you ran to me

Who will now take my hand?

The raven stole my love from me

He took her in his wings

I’ll take my sling and shoot him down

Until his black heart bleeds

The raven stole my love from me

He took her in his wings

I’ll take my sling and shoot him down

Until his black heart bleeds