מילים לשיר Sorrel – Wishbone Ash

In a garden of the southland
He found her wandering astray
That many passersby don't see
She came to show him of her beauty Such frailWould you be taking in
The sadness of her lone display Dressed in yellow fire burning
Sorrow was her only feeling
The corner dweller on the lane
To sow your own true seed
For she could have no living shame Take thee care and time The summers end will bring your leaving
And she was never in his mind
Then he journeyed for a long ways
Came he home to just a memory
For the lady she had died.