by Daniel Kelly – 2024
G D C G I brought my love a ring of gold, C G Am D Her heart to win by stories told, G C D G But her fine finger it would not hold, C D G The wildness grew but stronger, C G D G Fa la la la, Fa la la di, C G D G I’ll follow her path, wherever she be, I brought my love a flowering tree, Hoping our hearts entwined to be, Blossom and thorn filled with honey bee, They grew our garden over, So I wrote my love the sweetest of songs, With melody fine and verses strong, A chorus to sing, but not overly long, And sang it to win her favour, I gave my love my hand to hold, Through year on year until we grow old, Warmth in a fire, that’ll never be cold, And love beyond all measure.