| Song | Under the Greenwood Tree |
| Artist | Amazing Blondel |
| Album | Evensong |
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| Gladwin | |
| Dawn draws near and you rise wearily | |
| From my bed in search of your own | |
| As you go my thoughts turn drearily | |
| To the empty hours I shall spend alone | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you love me come discreetly | |
| Down to meet me under the greenwood tree | |
| (Repeat) | |
| Thrushes sing | |
| The breeze wanders aimlessly | |
| Through the weeping willows and the oak | |
| Memories of the nights we've spent shamelessly | |
| Locked in love as cattle to their yoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Middle 8 | |
| Till Doomsday we’ll meet this way | |
| Cursed am I to court such a lover | |
| Who is not betrothed to me | |
| For her dowry lies with another | |
| And no sadder wife will there be | |
| Chorus |
| Gladwin | |
| Dawn draws near and you rise wearily | |
| From my bed in search of your own | |
| As you go my thoughts turn drearily | |
| To the empty hours I shall spend alone | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you love me come discreetly | |
| Down to meet me under the greenwood tree | |
| Repeat | |
| Thrushes sing | |
| The breeze wanders aimlessly | |
| Through the weeping willows and the oak | |
| Memories of the nights we' ve spent shamelessly | |
| Locked in love as cattle to their yoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Middle 8 | |
| Till Doomsday we' ll meet this way | |
| Cursed am I to court such a lover | |
| Who is not betrothed to me | |
| For her dowry lies with another | |
| And no sadder wife will there be | |
| Chorus |
| Gladwin | |
| Dawn draws near and you rise wearily | |
| From my bed in search of your own | |
| As you go my thoughts turn drearily | |
| To the empty hours I shall spend alone | |
| Chorus: | |
| If you love me come discreetly | |
| Down to meet me under the greenwood tree | |
| Repeat | |
| Thrushes sing | |
| The breeze wanders aimlessly | |
| Through the weeping willows and the oak | |
| Memories of the nights we' ve spent shamelessly | |
| Locked in love as cattle to their yoke | |
| Chorus | |
| Middle 8 | |
| Till Doomsday we' ll meet this way | |
| Cursed am I to court such a lover | |
| Who is not betrothed to me | |
| For her dowry lies with another | |
| And no sadder wife will there be | |
| Chorus |