Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew Sorry am I love I'm parted with you Sorry am I love, contented must be She loves another, far better than me I pass by love's window, early and late The look that she gave me, it made my heart break The look that she gave me, ten thousand kill She loves another but I love her still Green grows the laurel soft falls the dew Sorry am I love I'm parted with you Sorry am I love contented must be She loves another far better than me I wrote her a letter, a short rosy line The answer she gave me twas twisted and twined You write your love letters fancy and fine You write to your love and I will write mine INST I wonder, I wonder, why women love men And I can't help but wonder why they love them For women are faithful and kind as we know But men are deceivers wherever they go Green grows the laurel soft falls the dew Sorry am I love I'm parted with you Sorry am I love contented must be She loves another far better than me