Shady Grove - Connie Dover

Peaches in the summertime

Apples in the fall

If I can’t have the one I love

I won’t have none at all

Shady Grove, my little love

Shady Grove, my darling

Shady Grove, my little love

I’m going back to Harlan

Cheeks as red as the blooming rose

Eyes of the prettiest brown

You are the darling of my heart

Love me when the sun goes down

Fly around, my pretty little dove

Fly around, my daisy

Fly around, my pretty little love

About to drive me crazy

Some come here to fiddle and dance

Some come here to tarry

Some come here to fiddle and dance

I come here to marry