Green Grow The Laurels کے بول

Chorus: Green grow the laurels, soft as the dew Sad I was, darling, on parting from you Perhaps in the future our love will renew We'll love one another and promise to be true I wrote my love a letter and he wrote me mine I wrote my love a letter, he wrote me mine, Said: keep your love letter and I will keep mine, You write to your love and I'll write to mine. I passed my love's window both night time and day, I passed my love's window both night time and day. And the looks that he gave me a thousand would slay, And the looks that he gave me a thousand would slay. (chorus)