Letra de Sorrel - Wishbone Ash

In a garden of the southland
He found her wandering astray
She came to show him of her beauty
That many passersby don't see
Would you be taking in
Such frail-looking lady
The sadness of her lone display
Dressed in yellow fire burning
The corner dweller on the lane
Sorrow was her only feeling
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For she could have no living shame
Take thee care and time
To sow your own true seed
The summers end will bring your leaving
Then he journeyed for a long ways
And she was never in his mind
Came he home to just a memory
For the lady she had died