My First Love, Unfading Rose

As I walked out one late morning, down by the

greenwood side. There stood a maid all dressed in light with the sun

in her eyes for a guide. She smiled once soft as morning dew,

and my wandering heart was tied. Oh, my love, my first love.

Like a rose that never fades. Through the frost and the long, dark winters,

till your beauty never shades. You're the song the lark sings ever.

The only tune my heart has played. The years came on like traveling

clouds. And the world it called us wide. We followed roads