Barbara Allen Emmylou Harris

'Twas in the merry month of May
When all gay flowers were bloomin'
Sweet William on his death-bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen

He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling
Said, "You must come to my master's house
If your name be Barbara Allen."

So slowly, slowly she gets up
And to his bedside going
She drew the curtains to one side
And says, "Young man, you're a-dying."

"I know, I'm sick and very sick
And sorrow dwells within me
No better, no better I never will be
'Til I have Barbara Allen."

"Don't you remember last Saturday night
When I was at the tavern
You gave your drinks to the ladies all
But you slighted Barbara Allen?"

He reached up his pale white hands
Intending for to touch her
She turned away from his bedside
And says, "Young man I won't have you."