Dens of Yarrow - Judy Collins

There were seven suns and two of them twins

There were seven suns in Yarrow

And they all did fight for their own true love

In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow

Oh mother dear, I dreamed a dream

A dream of grief and sorrow

I dreamed I saw my own true love

In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow

Oh daughter dear, I saw your dream

Your dream of grief and sorrow

Your love today is laying slay

In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow

She sought him up, she sought him down

She sought him all through Yarrow

And there she found him laying slay

In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow

Her hair, it was three quarters long

And the color of it was yellow

She rocked it around his middle so small

And carried him home from Yarrow

Oh mother dear, come make my bed

Come make it soft and narrow

For my true love has died tonight

In the dewy, dewy dens of Yarrow

She dressed herself in clean white clothes

And away to the waters of Yarrow

And there she lay her sweet self down

And died on the banks of Yarrow