Mantle Of Green Lyrics

Mantle Of Green lyrics

My love came to Dublin

one fine Sunday morning.

My love came to
Dublin

to honour me there

He wore a green ribbon

wrapped
round a green bonnet

And I wore a bangle of gold in my hair



Now the leaves they were green

on that bright Sunday morning

But
now they all fall

in this wind in the bough

And I never asked him

to buy me a ring

Fall down very lightly

you leaves haunt me
now



I will not ask the clergy

for prayers in the chapel

I will not hear the minister

singing his prayers

I go down to
the river

neath the birch trees and branches

And ask them to raise
up

their arms in the air



Now the good girls they sleep

in all their fine modesty

The bad girls they sleep

in the height
of their shame

I lie alone in the cold by the river

Till I see my
true love

return with my name



And I4ll make him some
shoes

of the finest green leather

I4ll make him a cloak

the
finest you4ve seen

And he4ll walk like a lord

through the city of
Dublin

And I4ll walk beside him

in mantles of green