Wishbone Ash Sorrel Lyrics

Sorrel Lyrics

In a garden of the southland He found her wandering astray She came to show him
of her beauty That many passersby don't see Would you be taking in Such
frail-looking lady The sadness of her lone display Dressed in yellow fire
burning The corner dweller on the lane Sorrow was her only feeling For she
could have no living shame Take thee care and time To sow your own true seed
The summers end will bring your leaving Then he journeyed for a long ways And
she was never in his mind Came he home to just a memory For the lady she had
died