Meet Me In the Green Glen

Love, meet me in the green glen,

Beside the tall elm tree,

Where the sweetbrier smells so sweet;

There come with me,

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me at the sunset

Down in the green glen,

Where we have often met,

By hawthorn tree and foxes den,

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me in the green glen,

By sweetbrier bushes there;

Meet me by your own scent

Where the wild thyme blossoms fair

Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me by the sweetbrier,

By the mole hill swelling there,

When the west glows like a fire,

God’s crimson bed is there.

Meet me in the green glen