My love is like a red red rose by Eva Cassidy
My love&9s like a red, red rose
That&9s newly sprung in June;
My love is like a melody
So sweetly play&9d in tune
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Though all the seas gone dry.
Though all the seas gone dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still my dear,
Though the sands o&9 life shall run.
So fare-thee-well, my only love!
And fare-thee-well awhile!
And I will come to you again,
Though it were ten thousand miles!
Though it were ten thousand miles, my dear
Though it were ten thousand miles.
I will come to you again.
Though it were ten thousand miles.