Sorrel lyrics
by Wishbone Ash



In a garden of the southlandHe found her wandering astrayShe came to show him of her beautyThat many passersby don't seeWould you be taking inSuch frail-looking ladyThe sadness of her lone displayDressed in yellow fire burningThe corner dweller on the laneSorrow was her only feelingFor she could have no living shameTake thee care and timeTo sow your own true seedThe summers end will bring your leavingThen he journeyed for a long waysAnd she was never in his mindCame he home to just a memoryFor the lady she had died