One morning very early (I love my love)

One morning very early – one morning in the spring –

I heard a maid complaining, and sadly she did sing.

The tears were in her weary eyes as dolefully sang she –

Oh, I love my love because I know my love loves me!

Oh, cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea,

And cruel, cruel was the ship that bore my love from me!

Yet I forgive, and I'll forget their cruel enmity,

For I love my love because I know my love loves me!

Oh, if I were a little bird I'd find him in the west,

And if I were a nightingale I'd sing my love to rest;

In all the wide, wide world there is none so dear as he,

For I love my love because I know my love loves me!