Sorrel Lyrics - Wishbone Ash

In a garden of the southland 

He found her wandering astray 

She came to show him of her beauty 

That many passersby don't see 

Would you be taking in such frail looking lady? 

The sadness of her lone display 

Dressed in yellow fire burning 

The corner dweller on the lane 

Sorrow was her only feeling 

For she could have no living shame 

Take good care and time to sow your own true seed 

The summers end will bring your leaving 

Then he journeyed for a long ways 

And she was never in his mind 

Came he home to just a memory 

For the lady she had died 

Take good care and time to sow your own true seed 

The summers end will bring your leaving