Lay of the Sunflower

I must leave you for a season Go out logging that hardwood timber Hardwood timber that grows so low In the forest of Fennario Tell me what you need to live, love Do you ask that you might own Keep my blue-eyed hound to guard you I will make my way alone I will not return in winter If I be not back by fall Seek me when this small sunflower Stands above the garden wall Fare you well and I would not weep Bid you tend your prayers to keep Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario Nine-month blew with sleeted rain And still he came not back again Summoned she the hound to go To seek him in Fennario He came back the fated day To find his lady gone away Made haste to follow in her track Where she could go but not turn back The blue-eyed hound at her side did bay While fast her breath did fade away She cried out, "Turn, my love, and go I would not you see me so" Fare you well and I would not weep Bid you tend your prayers to keep Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario I shall not turn, I shall not yield Oh, selfsame serpent sting my heel That bleeds my lady's blood away Beside the blue-eyed hound to lay Angels sing their souls to sleep Four winds grace their breath to keep Up above yon garden wall Stands the sunflower, straight and tall Fare you well and I would not weep Bid you tend your prayers to keep Hill by dale now I must go To the forest of Fennario --- Lay of the Sunflower - Gov't Mule