Songtext von The Red Plum

the blacksmith dreams of a white queen the blacksmith dreams of a queen the cobbler dreams of a gold ring the cobbler dreams of a ring and weeds grow wild on the village green the red plum rots on the ground and she lays there with a bright gold ring and a pure white ivory crown the wheelwright dreams of a jewel'd case the wheelwright dreams of a case the drover dreams of the queen's lace the drover dreams of the lace and weeds grow wild on the village green the red plum rots on the ground and she lays there with a bright jewel'd case in a full length white lace gown the crier dreams of a queen's face the crier dreams of a face the fletcher dreams of a royal place the fletcher dreams of a place and no one goes where the weeds bend deep when the snow falls down on the town and she lays there in a dreamless sleep and the red plum can't be found