She’s Like a Swallow
This is an arrangement of a traditional Newfoundland folk song for a cappella SATB chamber choir.
She’s Like a Swallow (Anonymous)
She’s like the swallow that flies so high,
She’s like the river that never runs dry.
She’s like the sunshine on the lee shore,
She was my love, my love is no more.
Out in the garden,
I’m picking roses, how could she not
The more he picked and the more she pulled,
Until I gathered an apron full.
She climbed on yonder hill above
To give a rose unto her love.
She gave him one, she gave him three
She gave her heart for company.
And as they sat on yonder hill
His heart grew hard, so harder still.
He has two hearts instead of one.
She says, ‘young man, what have you done? ‘
‘how foolish, foolish you must be
To think I love no one but thee.
The world’s not made for one alone,
I take delight in everyone.’
Out of these roses she made a bed,
A stony pillow for her head.
She lay his head down, no word she spoke