Among The Oak & Ash

Among the oak and the ash there grows
Flower in the Fall
And so it is that love itself
Story I've been told

Of carpenters and kings alike
Of rich men and of poor
Some will travel this whole wide world
And seek out nothing more

If I could live a thousand years
I would not rightly know
The workings of true love's heart
Why she had to go

I asked her parents where she was
They just stood there cold
So without reply I turned around
And I was never told

Winter passed and Spring revealed
Summer had an end
A letter came to me today
Written in her hand

"By dear, forgive me
I cannot ask enough
I understand now every soul
That ever died for love
I understand now every soul
That ever died for love"