(By Sandy Denny UFO Music, Inc (C) 1972)

My young man, oh he is so fine,
Sweet Rosemary did say
She gathered flowers and she sang
All about her wedding day

Oh when I was a lass at school
I looked out at the sky,
And now among the woodlands cool,
Gathering sweet primroses I

I wish I was a little bird,
With wings that I could fly,
The I would find my own true love,
And when he'd speak then I'd be by

My heart would flutter like the wings,
Oh, to see my own dear one
And, pretty words I'd like to sing
All beneath the morning sun

Oh, my young man, oh he is so fine,
Sweet Rosemary did say
She gathered flowers and she sang
All about her wedding day
She gathered flowers and she sang
All about her wedding day