Shady Grove - David Grisman

Cheeks as red as the blooming rose

Eyes of the deepest brown

You are the darling of my heart

Stay till she sun goes down

Shady Grove, my little love

Shady Grove, I say

Shady Grove, my little love

I’m going to leave you here

Shady Grove my little love

Standin' in the door

Shose and stockin’s in her hand

I’m bound to go away

Shady Grove my little love

Standin' in the door

Shose and stockin’s in her hand

And her little bare feet on the floor

Wish I had a big, fine horse

And the Corn to feed him on

And Shady Grove to stay at home

And feed him while I’m gone

I used to have an old banjo

The strings were made of twine

The only song that it would play

Was «Trouble on my Mind»

Peaches in the summertime

Apples in the fall

If I can’t have the girl I love

I won’t have none at all

Shady Grove, my little love

Shady Grove, I say

Shady Grove, my little love

Don’t wait till Judgment Day