Springtime Meadows - Steve Gillette

I courted well in springtime meadows

I courted well all in the Fall

And all the time that I was courtin'

I shouldn’t been a-courtin' at all

Shouldn’t been a-courtin' at all

Her lips were like some ruby jeweler’s

If skies were blue, her eyes were bluest

And anytime I thought would please her

I brought the sun down to her

The sun down to her

Her love grew warm in springtime meadows

But love grew cold as summer waned

No song can sing of my sad sorrow

Or how my heart doeth pain

My heart doeth pain