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Ada, my rarest bud from the desert valley |
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Your hair of fire and skin of snow |
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Have coursed me to the heights of the desert mountains |
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In search of the cure for a rampant fever |
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Your beauty's power, it plagues me now |
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I come and scour the land for the desert flower |
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For beauty and perfume |
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I'd stake my house and my lands |
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The gold is sleeping in the river but the flower's in my hand |
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With a paler leaf and a broken petal, |
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I'll paint the king and queen |
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And to the goldsmith with my flower |
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I'll buy your wedding ring |
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Tulip, tulip |
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With one word |
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I'd a-buyOxen, sheep and wheat and rye |
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Land on the north seaside |
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Tulip, tulip |
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With one word |
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I'd a-buyThe finest dresses man can buy |
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And a pearl for to pay my bride |
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Then with my rarest bowl to her father's garden |
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Like gold for lamb or wool for clam |
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I gave that man a bowl for his daughter |
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AdaYour heart is mine and it's mine forever |
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And she replied, "my fate that lies on yon horizon's tethered me to the sky" |
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The match arranged, and vows exchanged and the dove flew away |
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The bells spilled out the hollow canyon on our wedding day |
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To me she gave her hand and to death do us part |
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But the bird will nest with one that she has promised her heart |
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Tulip, tulip |
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With one word |
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I'd a-buyThe bed from which our sons will rise |
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And the window where she cries |
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Tulip, tulip |
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With one word |
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I'd a-buyA net to catch the birds that fly from the window where she cries |
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He reaches out and |
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I withdraw |
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Spilling the flowering bribes from his paw |
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The broken petals climbing the walls |
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Stealing my oxygen, no air at all |
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From the bed |
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I hear him call |
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But I answer cooing when the night falls |
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The cotton sword is storming the hall |
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Cutting my vision to no sight at all |
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I tied the tulip around her neck |
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Like a red lead sinker |
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And blindfold and spin around |
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And round and round |
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To the banks of the river and then walk |
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My true love into the rushing water |
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And by her long hair, bleeding red |
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Hair-pulled my love there under until she drown |
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For beauty and perfume |
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I'd stake my house and my lands |
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My love is sleeping in the river but the flower's in my hand |
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With a paler leaf and a broken petal |
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I'll keep her all to me |
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And to the river with my flower |
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I'll hear my true love sing |
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Your water is still in my friend |
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Ready to drown |
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Water, water oh water my kin |
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Carry me out |
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This Eine river is mercy at last |
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Die as she laughs for |
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He's waiting with a dove's nest |
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My true love |
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Tulip, tulip |
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With one word |
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I'd a-buyA veil that parted o'er my bride |
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And the breath as my true love died |
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Tulip, tulip |
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With one word |
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I'd a-buyA veil that parted o'er my bride |
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And the blue from the bluest eye |
