Springtime Meadows Songtext
von 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 jewels
If skies were blue, her eyes were bluer
And anytime I thought would please her
I′d have 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 of how my heart doth pain
My heart doth pain