Nick Ingman — Green Grow The Rushes lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Green Grow The Rushes" by Nick Ingman.
Lyrics
There’s not but care on every hand
In every hour that passes oh What signifies the life of man
If it were not for the lassies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh The worldly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them oh And though at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh Old nature swears the lovley dears
Her noblest work she classes oh Her apprentice hand she tried on man
Then she made the lassies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes oh The sweetest hours that e’er I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh Are spent among the lassies oh