In the greenwood
M. Lang
Beneath the branch of the green May
with joy my heart sleeps happily
Waiting for him who promised me
to meet me here again this day.
And what is that I would not do
To please my love so dear to me?
He love's me with leal heart and true,
And I love him no less, pardie!
Perchance I see him but a day;
Yet maketh me my heart so free
His beauty so rejoiceth me
That months thereafter I am gay.