False, False - June Tabor

False, false have you been to me, my love

Oh, when did you change your mind?

Ah, but since you’ve laid your love on another fair maid

I’m afraid that you’re no more mine

I was climbing to a tree that was too high for me

Asking for fruit where there weren’t any grew

I’ve been lifting warm water out beneath cold clay

And against the stream I was rowing

But I mean to climb up some higher, higher tree

And harry a white snowflake’s nest

And down shall I fall, ay, without any fear

To the arms that love me best