O’er the Mountains High He Went

O’er the Mountains High He Went

O’ER THE MOUNTAINS HIGH HE WENT

FOLK SONG

O'ER the mountains high he went,
Love, love!
In the meadows above
I seek for my love.
With a weary sigh he went.
Love, love!
To fight thou art gone
While I stay here alone.

Neither quail nor partridge stirred.
Love, love!
In the meadows above
I look for my love
And he left without a word.
Love, love!
To fight thou art gone
While I stay here alone.

Like a flower's fragrance sweet
He came past, and vanished fleet.
I beheld him and I loved
But we never more shall meet.

When my lover rode away
Not a farewell did I say;
None there is to help him now--
Sourb Carapet, 1 bless his way!


Footnotes

  1. 81:1

    The patron saint of lovers.

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