Song
One sunny time in May
When lambs were sporting,
The sap ran in the spray
And I went courting,
And all the apple boughs
Were bright with blossom,
I picked an early rose
For my love’s bosom.
And then I met her friend,
Down by the water,
Who cried “She’s met her end,
That gray-eyed daughter;
That voice of hers is stilled
Her beauty broken.”
O me, my love is killed,
My love unspoken.
She was too sweet, too dear,
To die so cruel,
O Death, why leave me here
And take my jewel?
Her voice went to the bone,
So true, so ringing,
And now I go alone,
Winter or springing.