Leonard Cohen

Alas, my love, you did me wrong,
To cast me out discourteously,
For I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your very company.
Now if you intend to show me disdain,
Dont you know it all the more enraptures me,
For even so I still remain your lover in captivity.
Green sleeves, youre all alone,
The leaves have fallen, the men have gone.
Green sleeves, theres no one home,
Not even the lady green sleeves
I sang my songs, I told my lies,