Greensleeves Songtext
von Roger Whittaker

Alas, my love you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously
for I have loved you so long delighting in your company.
I have been ready at your hand to grant whatever your would crave and
I have waged both life and land, your love and good will for to have.
Greensleeves was all my joy. Greensleeves was my delight.
Greensleeves was my heart of gold and who but my lady Greensleeves.


Thou couldst desire no earthly thing but still thou hast it readily.
Thy music for to play and sing and yet thou would not love me.

Greensleeves was all my joy. Greensleeves was my delight.
Greensleeves was my heart of gold and who but my lady Greensleeves.

I would my love entreat you still that thou my constancy may see.
For I remain thy lover true come once again and love me

Greensleeves was all my joy. Greensleeves was my delight.
Greensleeves was my heart of gold and who but my lady Greensleeves.