Ada, my rarest bud from the desert Your hair of fire and skin of Have coursed me to the heights of the mountains In search of the cure for a fever Your power, it plagues me now I come and the land for the desert flower
For beauty and perfume I'd stake my house and my The gold is in the river but the flower's in my hand With a paler leaf and a broken petal, I'll paint the and queen And to the goldsmith my flower I'll buy your wedding ring
Tulip, With one word I'd Oxen, sheep and and rye on the north seaside Tulip, With one word I'd The dresses man can buy And a for to pay my bride
Then with my rarest bowl to her garden Like gold for lamb or wool for clam I that man a bowl for his daughter Ada Your heart is mine and mine forever And she replied, "my fate that on yon horizon's tethered me to the sky"
The match arranged, and vows exchanged and the flew away The spilled out the hollow canyon on our wedding day To me she gave her and to death do us part But the bird will nest with one that she has her heart
Tulip, With one I'd a-buy The bed from which our sons rise And the where she cries Tulip, With one I'd a-buy A net to catch the birds that fly the window where she cries
He out and I withdraw Spilling the bribes from his paw The broken petals climbing the my oxygen, no air at all From the bed I hear him But I answer when the night falls The cotton sword is storming the my vision to no sight at all
I tied the tulip her neck a red lead sinker And blindfold and spin And and round To the of the river and then walk My love into the rushing water And by her hair, bleeding red my love there under until she drown
For beauty and perfume I'd stake my house and my My love is sleeping in the river but the flower's in my a paler leaf and a broken petal I'll her all to me And to the river my flower hear my true love sing
Your water is in my friend Ready to Water, water oh my kin me out This Eine river is mercy at Die as she for He's waiting with a dove's My true
Tulip, one word I'd a-buy A veil that o'er my bride And the breath as my true died Tulip, one word I'd a-buy A that parted o'er my bride And the from the bluest eye