Joan Baez. To the Queen of Hearts.
To the Queen of Hearts
is the Ace of Sorrow.
He's here today,
he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty
but sweehearts few.
If my love leaves me
what shall I do?
And I have a story
in yonder mountain.
Where gold and silver
is there for the counting.
I could not count
for thought of thee.
My eyes so full,
I could not see.
I love my father,
I love my mother,
I love my sister,
I love my brother,
I love my friends
and relatives too.
I'll forsake them all
and go with you.
To the Queen of Hearts
is the Ace of Sorrow.
He's here today,
he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty
but sweehearts few.
If my love leaves me
what shall I do?
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