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As I walked upon the
highlands,
On a fine summer's day,
There I met a sad young maiden,
Whose lament I now relay.
Chorus:
O the Summer Sun is fading,
Autumn Rains soon shall come,
And my Love is parted from me,
Gone to far Jerusalem.
O he's gone to fight
the Muslim,
In God's own Holy Land.
Yet I fear that Death must take me
'Ere once more I take his hand.
O the Summer Sun is
fading,
Autumn Rains soon shall come,
And my Love is parted from me,
Gone to far Jerusalem.
O I pray for him daily,
Though I fear his fate is made,
And I fear he'll die a cruel death
On a Saracen's curved blade.
O the Summer Sun is
fading,
Autumn Rains soon shall come,
And my Love is parted from me,
Gone to far Jerusalem.
O I know that there
is glory
To fight in the Crusade,
But I'd rather he were with me
In the home that we have made.
O the Summer Sun is
fading,
Autumn Rains soon shall come,
And my Love is parted from me,
Gone to far Jerusalem.
O the Summer Sun is
fading,
Autumn Rains soon shall come,
And my Love is parted from me,
Gone to far Jerusalem.
O the Summer Sun is
fading,
Autumn Rains soon shall come,
And my Love is parted from me,
Gone to far Jerusalem.
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