Searching For Lambs - June Tabor

«What makes you rise so soon, my love

Your journey to pursue?

Your pretty little feet they tread so neat

Strike off the morning dew.»

«I'm off to feed my father’s flocks

His young and tender lambs

That over hills and over dales

Lie waiting for their dams.»

«O stay, o stay, you handsome maid

And rest a moment here

For there is none that you alone

That I do love so dear.»

«How gloriously the sun doth shine

How pleasant is the air

I’d rather rest on a true love’s breast

Than any other where.»

«For I am thine and thou art mine

No man shall uncomfort me

We’ll join our hands in wedded bands

And married we shall be.»