Dancing At Whitsun - Tim Hart/Maddy Prior
Written by：Elizabeth C

It's fifty-one springtimes since she was a bride

But still you may see her at each whitsuntide

In a dress of white linen and ribbons of green

As green as her memories of loving

The feet that were nimble tread carefully now

As gentle a measure as age do allow

Through groves of white blossom by fields of young corn

Where once she was pledged to her true love

The fields they are empty the hedges grow free
No young men to tend them or pastures go see

They've gone where the forests of oak trees before
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Had gone to be wasted in battle

Down from their green farmlands and from their loved ones

Marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons

There's a fine roll of honour where the Maypole once was

And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun

There's a row of straight houses in these latter days

Are covering the downs where the sheep used to graze

There's a field of red poppies a wreath from the Queen

But the ladies remember at Whitsun

And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun