Folk Song

Said the Broth of a Boy to a Slip of a Girl
You are the Flowers, the Forest
And the Birds that sing
But how can I ask you to marry me?
When I have no Gold for a Wedding Ring?
And she said:

Though you say all God’s gifts are in me
I cannot give myself to you
Your words of love bring me no comfort
Said the Slip of a Girl to the Broth of a Boy

And she turned he head away
And made no sound
As the Stars shone down
All the Stars shone down
On the Slip of a Girl
And the Broth of a Boy…

Said the Broth of a Boy to a Slip of a Girl
You are the Flowers, the Forest
And the Birds that sing
I will sail the Seven seas and seek my Fortunе
When I return I’ll give you Evеrything
And she said:

“Though you say all God’s gifts are in me
I cannot give myself to you
Your words of love bring me no comfort”
Said the Slip of a Girl to the Broth of a Boy

Once more she turned away
And made no sound
As the Stars shone down
All the Stars shone down
On the Slip of a Girl
And the Broth of a Boy…

Said the Broth of a Boy to a Slip of a Girl
Though you say you cannot be my wife
You are still the Flowers, the Forest
And the Birds that sing
I will love no other for the rest of my life
And she said:

“Though you say all God’s gifts are in me
Now I can give myself to you
Love has no need for Gold nor Silver”
Said the Slip of a Girl to the Broth of a Boy

And as he took her hand
All the Stars shone down
All the Stars shone down
All the Stars shone down
On the Slip of a Girl
And the Broth of a Boy
On the Slip of a Girl
And the Broth of a Boy…