Celtic Woman - Green Grow The Rushes lyrics

There's not but care on every hand In every hour that pa**es oh What signifies the life of man If it were not for the la**ies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the la**ies oh The worldly race may riches chase And riches still may fly them oh And though at last they catch them fast Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the la**ies oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the la**ies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the la**ies oh Old nature swears the lovley dears Her noblest work she cla**es oh Her apprentice hand she tried on man Then she made the la**ies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the la**ies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e'er I spent Are spent among the la**ies oh Are spent among the la**ies oh