My Love Is Like a Red Red Rose

Eva Cassidy

My love's like a red, red rose 
That's newly sprung in June; 

My love is like a melody 
So sweetly play'd in tune 

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
So deep in love am I; 
And I will love thee still, my dear, 
Though all the seas gone dry. 

Though all the seas gone dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt with the sun; 
I will love thee still my dear, 
Though the sands o' life shall run. 

So fare-thee-weel, my only love! 
And fare-thee-weel awhile! 
And I will come to you again, 
Though it were ten thousand miles! 

Though it were ten thousand miles, my dear 
Though it twere ten thousand miles. 
I will come to you again. 
Though it twere ten thousand miles.