Green Grow The Rushes lyrics
Celtic WomanThere's naught but care on every hand
In every hour that passes O
What signifies the life of man
If it were not for the lassies O
Green grow the rushes O
Green grow the rushes O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies O
The worldly race may riches chase
And riches still may fly them, O
And though at last they catch them fast
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O
Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O
Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O
Old nature swears the lovley dears
Her noblest work she classes, O
Her apprentice hand she tried on man
Then she made the lassies, O
Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O
Green grow the rushes, O
Green grow the rushes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies, O
Are spent among the lassies, O
Song Details
Lyrics: Robert Burns - Scottish poet and lyricist (25 Jan 1759 – 21 July 1796).
Earliest date of circulation: 1794 - also known as Green Grow The Rashes (title by Burns).
Brief: The happiest and most joyful times a man experiences in his life are those spent in the company of a woman or lassie. You can either travel the path of life motivated by power or money or travel a less stressful life following the strong impulses of nature.
Glossary:
naught - nothing (variant of nought)
e'er - ever
ne'er - never
Genre: Folk Song
Covers: Celtic Woman (featured), Cherish The Ladies, The Limeliters, Altan, Celtic Squall...
Album: Believe (Oct 11, 2013 - AU - Format: CD - Label: Manhattan).
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