Rivers keep on tumbling down my green, green stairs,
I’d love to see her dancing with flowers in her hair.
All along the snowy roads where we sat and fought
the crashing thunder weather and our woes we brought.
So let us follow the children, we’ll no longer be sad,
at falcon wood the gypsies are playing like mad.
But now you’re gone and I can’t bring you back.
You can say everything is said and done,
you may even say we’ve lost track
long ago
