William Bond Lyrics

I wonder whether the girls are mad

And I wonder whether they mean to kill

And I wonder if William Bond will die

For assuredly he is very ill

He went to church on a May morning

Attended by fairies, one, two, and three

But the Angels of Providence drove them away

And he returned home in misery

He went not out to the field nor fold

He went not out to the village nor town

But he came home in a black, black cloud

Took to his bed and there lay down

And on his right hand was Mary Green

And on his left hand his his Sister Jane

And their tears fell through the black, black cloud

To drive away that sick man's pain

Mary I do another love

Another I love far better than thee

And another I will have for my wife

Then what have I to do with thee

For thou art melancholy pale

And on thy head is the cold moon's shine

But she is ruddy and bright as day

And the sunbeams dazzle from her eyes

I thought love lived in the hot sunshine

But oh, he lives in the moony light

I thought to find love in the heat of day

But sweet, sweet love is the comforter of night

Seek love in the pity of others' woe

In the gentle relief of another's care

In the darkness of the night and the winter's snow

Seek love there

I thought love lived in the hot sunshine

I thought love lived in the hot sunshine

But sweet, sweet love is the comforter of night