Early One Morning - Nana Mouskouri

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising

I heard a maid sing in the valley below

«Oh don’t deceive me, Oh never leave me

How could you use, a poor maiden so?»

Remember the vows that you made to me truly

Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me

Gay is the garland, fresh are the roses

I’ve culled from the garden to bind over thee

Here I now wander alone as I wonder

Why did you leave me to sigh and complain

I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken

Why must I here in sorrow remain?

Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running

There you and I have so merrily played

Kissing and courting and gently sporting

Oh, my innocent heart you’ve betrayed

How could you slight so a pretty girl who loves you

A pretty girl who loves you so dearly and warm?

Though love’s folly is surely but a fancy

Still it should prove to me sweeter than your scorn

Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden

Some pretty maiden, you’ll court her for a while;

Thus ever ranging, turning and changing

Always seeking for a girl that is new

Thus sang the maiden, her sorrows bewailing

Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below

«Oh don’t deceive me, Oh never leave me

How could you use, a poor maiden so?»