Wishbone Ash - Sorrell lyrics

In a garden of the southland He found her wandering astray She came to show him of her beauty That many pa**ersby don't see Would you be taking in Such frail-looking lady The sadness of her lone display Dressed in yellow fire burning The corner dweller on the lane Sorrow was her only feeling For she could have no living shame Take good care of time To sow your own true seed The summers end will bring your leaving Then he journeyed for a long ways She was never in his mind Came he home to just a memory For the lady she had died Take good care of time To sow your own true seed The summers end will bring your leaving