Joan Baez - Barbara Allen - Текст песни

Twas in the merry month of May 
When green buds all were swelling, 
Sweet William on his death bed lay 
For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town 
To the place where she was dwelling, 
Saying you must come, to my master dear 
If your name be Barbara Allen.
 
So slowly, slowly she got up 
And slowly she drew nigh him, 
And the only words to him did say 
Young man I think you're dying. 

He turned his face unto the wall 
And death was in him welling, 
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all 
Be good to Barbara Allen.

When he was dead and laid in grave 
She heard the death bells knelling 
And every stroke to her did say 
Hard hearted Barbara Allen. 

Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave 
Make it both long and narrow, 
Sweet William died of love for me 
And I will die of sorrow.

And father, oh father, go dig my grave 
Make it both long and narrow, 
Sweet William died on yesterday 
And I will die tomorrow. 

Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard 
Sweet William was buried beside her, 
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew a rose 
Out of Barbara Allen's a briar. 

They grew and grew in the old churchyard 
Till they could grow no higher 
At the end they formed, a true lover's knot 
And the rose grew round the briar.