She was a ballad-loving woman,
Who lived until she died.
With a hey-lillelu and a how-lo-lan
Her sorry tears were dried.
She watched the east, she watched the west,
She watched the changing weather.
With a hey-lillelu and a how-lo-lan
She kept her heart together.
She knew that day will follow night,
That flowers bloom after snow.
With a hey-lillelu and a how-lo-lan
She knew what she could know.
With a hey-lillelu and a how-lo-lan
And a link-a-down-and-a-day,
With singing words from long ago
She knew that life will stay.
She was a ballad-loving woman
Who lived until she died.
With a hey-lillelu and a how-lo-lan
Her sorry tears were dried.
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