My Robin to the greenwood did go

My Robin to the greenwood will go Where the oak, and the ash, and the briers do grow How fares my love as the darkness falls? Fair within those tangled wolds How fares my love as the darkness falls? Fair within those tangled wolds The greenwood is near, and the greenwood is far And many a danger follows men there I pray that those trees will return my boy For sweet bonny Robin is all my joy I pray that those trees will return my boy For sweet bonny Robin is all my joy