Down By The Sally Gardens - Steve Forbert

It was down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet

She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree

But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree

In a field down by the river, my love and I did stand

And on my leaning shoulder, she laid her snow-white hand

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs

But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears

Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet

She crossed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree

But I was young and foolish, and with her did not agree