The winter it is past and the summer comes at last
And the small birds sing on ev'ry tree
The hearts of these are glad but mine is very sad
For my love is parted from me
The rose upon the brier by the waters running clear
May have charms for the linnet or the bee:
Their little loves are blest and their little hearts at rest
But my lover is parted from me
My love in like the sun in the firmament does run -
Forever is constant and true
But his is like the moon that wanders up and down
And every month it is new
All you that are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pains you endure
For experience makes me know that your hearts are
Full of woe
A woe that no mortal can cure