A Love Song For Bobby Long - Barbara Allen

Mother go make my bed, make it long and narrow My true love died for me yesterday I shall die for him tomorrow She was burried in a churchhouse yard And he was burried there beside her And from his grave grew roses red And from hers grew green briar They grew and grew so very high ?till they couldn?t grow no higher and at the top grew a true-lovers knot twide with green briar