Lindsey Buckingham
Monday morning
Early one mornin' one mornin' in spring. To hear the birds whistle the nightingales sing. I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing. I'm going to be married next Monday mor- nin’. How old are you my fair young maid. Here in this valley this valley so green. How old are you my fair young maid. I'm goin' to be sixteen next Monday mor- nin’. Well sixteen years old, that's too young for to marry. So take my ad-...