All Alone

Through the gate [??] are born [??] sweet and thick black thorn There were birds flying high on the trail When I saw your face [??] Voices outside call my name There are green leaves in your hair And I kiss your lips [??], the cup, the gown {??], it comes All alone, wasted away Searching through the forest glades For the green leaves in her hair And the lips that kiss [??], the cup, the gown Falling down, falls down All alone, wasted away Searching through the forest glades For the green leaves in her hair And the lips that kiss [??], the cup, the gown Falling down, falls down Green leaves in her hair Lips that kiss Green leaves in her hair