From the recording It's a Very Good Life
Lyrics
Hawthorn Grove
By Dianne Bochsler, Tara Caldwell, Ed Johnson
Where’re you going, my red haired daughter
Where’re you going, my red haired girl
I know you like to roam
You’re too young to be alone
Where’re you going, my red haired daughter
Fourteen bushels I’ll take to market
Fourteen bushels I’ll take today
On my one eyed mare
I will meet my sweetheart there
Fourteen bushels I’ll take to market
Have you seen my brown eyed plowboy
Have you seen my brown eyed boy
He vowed he’d meet me soon
Where the Hawthorns are in bloom
Have you seen my brown eyed plowboy
Rosy lips
Tie a berry to a thread
Rosy cheeks
Where the Haw does ripen into apple red (X2)
Throw your line in the early morning
Throw your line in the early light
(Come and) Find the treasure trove
Waiting in the Hawthorn Grove
Throw your line in the early morning
When I’m gone lay me ‘neath the brambles
When I’m gone lay me ‘neath the vines
Where the wind blows every day
And thorns will keep the fox away
When I’m gone lay me ‘neath the brambles
Chorus
+ Where’re you going, my red haired daughter
Where’re you going, my red haired girl
Where’re you going, my red haired daughter
Where’re you going, my red haired girl
I know you like to roam
There’ll always be a way back home
Where’re you going, my red haired daughter