Jean Redpath - Dancing At Whitsun lyrics

It's fifty long springtimes since she was a bride But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide In a dress of white linen with ribbons of green As green as her memories of loving The feet that were nimble tread carefully now As gentle a measure as age will allow Through groves of white blossoms, by fields of young corn Where once she was pledged to her true-love The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free-- No young men to turn them or pastures go see (seed) They are gone where the forest of oak trees before Have gone, to be wasted in battle Down from the green farmlands and from their loved ones Marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons There's a fine roll of honor where the Maypole once stood And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun There's a straight row of houses in these latter days All covering the downs where the sheep used to graze There's a field of red poppies (a gift from the Queen) But the ladies remember at Whitsun And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun