Twelve Gates To The City

Twelve Gates To The City - Judy Collins

Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

Here's a builder come to woo you

No one can build a house like he can

Fondly he tells you that he loves you

As he loves his houses

I would wed my builder

But I'm sorry for my handsome weaver

I would wed my builder but

I'm sorry for my handsome weaver

Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

Here's a weaver come to woo you

Weaving a garland with his fingers

Fondly he tells you that he loves you

As he loves his weaving

I would wed my weaver

But I'm sorry for my handsome turner

I would wed my weaver but

I'm sorry for my handsome turner

Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

Here's a turner come to woo you

All round his length the sparks are showering

Fondly he tells you that he loves you

As he loves his capstan

I would wed my turner

But I have someone else to give my heart to

I would wed my turner but

I've someone else to give my heart to

Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

Tell me who I'll marry tell me who he'll be

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree

While the Vistula is flowing

By the green oak tree