Die rote Farbe des Schnees

land,
    Your love and
good will for to have.
    My men were clothed all in green,
    And they did ever wait on thee.
    All this was gallant to be seen,
    And yet thou
wouldst not love me.
    Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
    But still thou hadst it readily.
    Thy music still to play and sing,
    And yet thou
wouldst not love me.
    Alas, my love, that you should own
    A heart of wanton vanity.
    So must I meditate alone
    Upon you
insincerity.
    If you intend thus to disdain,
    It does the more enrapture me.
    And even so, I still remain
    A lover in
captivity.
    Well, I will pray to God on high,
    That thou my constancy mayst see.
    And that yet once before I die,
    Thou will
vouchsafe to love me.
    Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu!
    To God I pray to prosper thee!
    For I am still thy lover true,
    Come once again
and love me.
    Unknown Writer

Greensleeves
     
    Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
    To cast me off discourteously.
    And I have loved you oh so long,
    Delighting in your company.
    Chorus:
    Greensleeves was all my joy,
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves my heart of
gold,
    And
who but my lady Greensleeves.
    Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
    Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
    Now I remain in a world apart,
    But my heart
remains in captivity.
    I have been ready at your hand,
    To grant whatever you would crave.
    I have both waged life and land,
    Your love and
good will for to have.
    My men were clothed all in green,
    And they did ever wait on thee.
    All this was gallant to be seen,
    And yet thou
wouldst not love me.
    Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
    But still thou hadst it readily.
    Thy music still to play and sing,
    And yet thou
wouldst not love me.
    Alas, my love, that you should own
    A heart of wanton vanity.
    So must I meditate alone
    Upon you
insincerity.
    If you intend thus to disdain,
    It does the more enrapture me.
    And even so, I still remain
    A lover in
captivity.
    Well, I will pray to God on high,
    That thou my constancy mayst see.
    And that yet once before I die,
    Thou will
vouchsafe to love me.
    Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu!
    To God I pray to prosper thee!
    For I am still thy lover true,
    Come once again
and love me.
    Unknown Writer