Brian Peters - The Banks of Sweet Primroses lyrics

Oh, as I walked out one midsummer morning For to view the fields and the flowers so gay It was there on the banks of the sweet primroses That I beheld a most pleasant maid It was there on the banks of the sweet primroses That I beheld a most pleasant maid I says, "Fair maid, what makes you wander? What is the cause of all your grief? I will make you as happy as any lady If you will grant me one small relief." I will make you as happy as any lady If you will grant me one small relief "Stand up, young man, and don't be so deceitful For it's you are the cause of all my pain It is you that has caused my poor heart to wander And to find me comfort it's all in vain It is you that has caused my poor heart to wander And to find me comfort it's all in vain "I will go down to some lonely valley Where no man on Earth there shall me find Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices And every moment blows blustrous wild." Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices And every moment blows blustrous wild