Lyrics

Shady Grove

Peaches in the summertime
Apples in the fall
If I can't have the one I love
I won't have none at all

Chorus:
Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove, my darling
Shady Grove, my little love
I'm going back to Harlan

Cheeks as red as the blooming rose
Eyes of the prettiest brown
You are the darling of my heart
Love me when the sun goes down

Fly around, my pretty little dove
Fly around, my daisy
Fly around, my pretty little love
About to drive me crazy

Some come here to fiddle and dance
Some come here to tarry
Some come here to fiddle and dance
I come here to marry

Traditional American
From the CD, If Ever I Return, by Connie Dover © Taylor Park Music/Connie Dover

This lively song comes from the Appalachian Mountains, and its melody is also a popular old-time fiddle tune. Many thanks to Linda Faris, of Weston, Missouri, for teaching me the words. The town of Harlan is in the southeastern corner of Kentucky, at the confluence of the three forks of the Cumberland River.


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