Green Grow The Rushes

Celtic Woman · Other Songs - Celtic Woman

Green grow the rushes, oh

Green grow the rushes, oh



There's naught but care on every hand

In every hour that passes, oh

What signifies the life of man

If it were not for the lassies, oh



Green grow the rushes, oh

Green grow the rushes, oh

The sweetest hours that e'er I spent

Are spent among the lassies, oh



The worldly race may riches chase

And riches still may fly them, oh

And though at last they catch them fast

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, oh



Green grow the rushes, oh

Green grow the rushes, oh

The sweetest hours that e'er I spent

Are spent among the lassies, oh



The sweetest hours that ever I spent

Are spent among the lassies, oh



Green grow the rushes, oh

Green grow the rushes, oh

The sweetest hours that e'er I spent

Are spent among the lassies, oh



Old nature swears the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes, oh

Her apprentice hand she tried on man

And then she made the lassies, oh



Green grow the rushes, oh

Green grow the rushes, oh

The sweetest hours that e'er I spent

Are spent among the lassies, oh

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Are spent among the lassies, oh.