As I walked out one morning fair To view the fields and to take the air. To view the fields and the meadows around I thought I heard some lonesome sound.
I thought I heard some pretty girl say "Oh, my love, turn and come this way. "You love some other, you don't love me. "You care not for my company.
"You love some other and I know why: "Because he has more gold than I. "But gold will melt, and silver fly, "My love for you will never die.
There is a flower, I've heard them say That can be seen from day to day. And if that flower I only could find To ease this aching heart of mine.
...................... ...................... And when we meet there, in that land We'll shake no more this parting hand