Down in the valley, the first of May
Gatherin´ flowers, both fresh and gay
Gatherin´ flowers, both red and blue
Her ??? thought of what, what love could do

Don´t you break my heart

Don´t you break my heart

I put my hand in, into the bush
Finding the sweetest, sweetest rose
I pricked my finger deep to the line
And left the sweetest rose, sweetest rose behind

Don´t you break my heart
Don´t you break my heart

Saw a ship sailin´ on the big blue sea
She sailed as deep as, deep as she could be
But not so deep in, in love as I am
I cannot weather I, I sink or swim

Don´t you break my heart

Don´t you break my heart

Thousands and thousands, all on this Earth