Molly Dear from Wildflowers by Jonathan Byrd

Once I lived in old Virginia. North Carolina I did go. There I met a fair young maiden, though her age I did not know. Her hair was dark. Here eyes were sparkling. Cheeks were like rubies red. On her breast she wore white lilies, where I longed to lay my head.

Molly dear, go ask your mother a bride of mine you'll ever be. If she says no, come back and tell me and no more will I trouble thee. No I won't go ask my mother. She lies on her bed of rest. In her hand she holds a dagger to kill the one that I love best.

Last night as I laid on my pillow, last night as I laid on my bed, last night as I laid on my pillow, I dreamed that fair young girl was dead. Go on and leave me if you wish to for from me you will be free, for in your heart you love another and in my grave I'd rather be.

• Americana
• Country
• acoustic
• folk
• songwriter
• Chapel Hill