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Where Is Your True Love Tonight
Oh, where is she now, your true love, my son?
And where might she be, when the night is done?
She's gone to the field, where the moonlight's in sight
I'll see her in the morning, when the sunshine is bright
Oh, where is she now, your true love, my son?
And where might she be, when the day is done?
She's gone to the tree, where the fruit is so sweet
I'll see her in the evening, when we sit down to eat
Oh, where is she now, your true love, my son?
And where might she be, when the winter is done?
She's gone to her mother, who's ill and so weak
I'll see her in the springtime, when we bathe in the creek
Oh, where is she now, your true love, my son?
And where might she be, when the days are done?
She's gone to her father, who cares for the sheep
I'll see her by the river, when we lie down to sleep
Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
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Göran Gustafsson
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