Blackbird's song

Sweetheart, I ne'er may know,

Never may see;

White is the blossom snow,

Green is the lea:

Still the stream sings of you,

All the wood rings of you --

Sweetheart, oh sweetheart mine,

Where can you be?

Winds in the orchard-close,

Fair winds and free,

Winnow the blossom-snows

Fast from the tree;

Soon will the bloom be shed,

Soon will the Spring be fled,

Sweetheart, oh sweetheart mine,

Where can you be?

True-love I ne'er may meet

All the world through,

Dim is the dawn, and sweet,

Deep is the dew.

Listen -- oh lost and dear!

Come -- for your love is here.

Here in the hazel-wood.

Waiting for you.