THREE SONGS IN A GARDEN

I

I

 

White rose-leaves in my hands,

White rose-leaves in my hands,

 

I toss you all away;

I toss you all away;

 

The winds shall blow you through the world

The winds shall blow you through the world

 

To seek my wedding day.

To seek my wedding day.

 

Or East you go, or West you go

Or East you go, or West you go

 

And fall on land or sea,

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