Tell Me Who I‘ll Marry

　　Twelve Gates To The City - Judy Collins

　　Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　Here's a builder come to woo you

　　No one can build a house like he can

　　Fondly he tells you that he loves you

　　As he loves his houses

　　I would wed my builder

　　But I'm sorry for my handsome weaver

　　I would wed my builder but

　　I'm sorry for my handsome weaver

　　Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　Here's a weaver come to woo you

　　Weaving a garland with his fingers

　　Fondly he tells you that he loves you

　　As he loves his weaving

　　I would wed my weaver

　　But I'm sorry for my handsome turner

　　I would wed my weaver but

　　I'm sorry for my handsome turner

　　Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　Here's a turner come to woo you

　　All round his length the sparks are showering

　　Fondly he tells you that he loves you

　　As he loves his capstan

　　I would wed my turner

　　But I have someone else to give my heart to

　　I would wed my turner but

　　I've someone else to give my heart to

　　Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree

　　While the Vistula is flowing

　　By the green oak tree