A special kind of love song by Simon Oak to the beautiful air of Jay Ungar’s Ashokan Farewell, which has an A and a B part. The indented verses 3, 4, 6 and 7 have the B part of the air. 

Lyrics

^1. I could sing about my love,
The lovely cooking by my mother,
My mother’s young brother,
A rebel through and through
About things that make me cry
Or crimes of war that keep me bothered
But now is the time for
The Ballad Of You.

^2. As you sit here next to me
Your wrinkled face so sweetly smiling
Your eyes twinkling brightly
You don’t know what to do
You could walk away or fight
You could throw things at me while I sing
This love song, this tribute,
This Ballad Of You

^3. There’s a risk in singing songs
When you don’t know the listeners
But I’m pretty sure
You and I met before
To be honest, I never
Dream of your kisses
But I love the moment
You walk through the door

^4. Now forgive me my sin
Of not mentioning directions
But believe me things change
The very moment you’re gone
And there’s always some kind
Of echoes and reflections
You’ll know what I mean when
This ballad is done

^5. Oh I love to see you smile
To hear you sing, to watch you dancing
There’s magic and wonder
In everything you do
Let’s not try understand
What it is that made me chancing
This love song, this tribute,
This Ballad Of You

^6. Should I wish you were mine
I would never express it
You own yourself
To yourself please be true
Just allow me this time
To sing, feeling blessed
This love song, this tribute,
This Ballad Of You

^7. Should I wait till you die
What if I never did it?
Love shouldn’t be told
Some time way overdue
So I sing one last time
And never more explicit
This love song, this tribute,
This Ballad Of You.