Does anybody have the lyrics for this song? In my search of previous threads, the lyrics that I found given were not the ones that I was looking for. The version that I know goes something like this:

So many men think that that I am theirs
When I sit with them, when I drink with them
Nothing compares to all that was shared
Between you and I, between you and I

CHORUS: Small things on the mountain that out-shines them all
And my love is wise and (?) blossom on the blackthorn

So many men reach for the highest branch
To find the bitter fruit, to find the bitter fruit
Close within reach of their hand lies the sweetest berry
On the lowest branch, on the lowest branch

Snow falls on my mountain that's sleeping below
And my love is but a small (?) blossom on the blackthorn

This, however, is only what I thought I heard on the CD. Can anybody correct this version?

Thanks.

Rebecca
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