From the red rose
M. Carmichael
From the red rose to the apple-blossom,
From the apple-blossom to the blue sky,
Looking up still in the spring-tide,
When none else is by,
For a love born
On a May morn,
Long, long ago, I sigh.
From the blue sky to the apple-blossom,
And the roses in row,
Looking down still in the spring-tide,
Through my garden I go,
For a love lost
In a spring frost,
Singing Heigh ho, heigh ho!