It Can't be So

A tale of impossible love, of being bound to a place in your story. Inspired by the meadows and glades I so often see when I listen to traditional folk music.

Out in the valley where his young love lay
His hand to his chest this plea he made
He held out his hand to the sweet young maid
Hold my heart and we 'll sail away.

Out in the meadow where the flowers grow
His eyes to the heavens he bore his sole
To the maid who for years he had longed to know
Hold my heart and away we'll go.

No I know, It can't be so, for I gave my heart a long ago
No I know, It can't be so,
I've no home for your heart so I must let go.

out in the fields all turned with hay
shed walk by the wagon though all of may
Do no work for your father my fair young maid
hold my heart and we'll ride away

Down in the Glen where the lambs were raised
shed kneel by the side of her mothers grave
her heart in the land still this he'd pray
hold my heart and we'll make away

No I know, It can't be so, for I gave my heart a long ago
No I know, It can't be so,
I've no home for your heart so I must let go.

Out on the hills where the goats did graze
His love in the spring spent all her days
His heart in her hand this song he played
Hold my heart and it's here we'll stay.

No I know, It can't be so, for I gave my heart a long ago
No I know, It can't be so,
I've no home for your heart so I must let go.

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