Barbara Allen : : By Joan Baez : : ‘Twas in the merry month of MayWhen green buds all were swellin’Sweet William on his death bed layFor love of Barbara AllenHe sent his servant to the townTo the place where she was dwellin’Saying, “You must come to my master, dearIf your name be Barbara Allen”SoContinue reading “Barbara Allen : Joan Baez : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :”