Barbara Allen - Billie Joe Armstrong&Norah Jones
was in the merry month of May
When flowers were a bloomin',
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to the town
the town where she was dwelling,
Saying master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she went to him,
And all she said when she got there,
Young man I think you're dying.
Don't you remember the other day
When we were in the tavern,
you to the ladies there
And slighted Barbara Allen?"
They buried William in the old church yard
And Barbara there anigh him,
grew a rose,
And briar.
They grew and grew to the old churchyard
and could not grow no higher
At the end they formed, a true lover's knot
And the rose grew round the briar.