I was given this English translation/version earlier this year. It might be of interest.

When I was young I wandered free like wind across the meadow
Astray among the silver wheat, without a path to follow
And wildly sang the summer birds and gaily danced the flowers
And roving sunlight wove its dreams of joy that last for hours.

And then one day of golden dawn, in sweet surprise of morning
I met the one that I must love and all my world was turning
I heard the cry of Curlewed sea, the Kestrelled sky still called me
But I was with my new found love, and all her ways enthralled me

I feared the rise of harvest moon with star frost in its shadow
When men would reap the silver wheat and leave the fields lie fallow
For owl would mourn the barren tree and fox would haunt the valley
And autumn winds might take from me the one I loved so truly

I made a wreath of garland leaves, the gold within them burning
And gave them to my to own true love in token of my yearning.
Let sun warmed summer pass away, let mountain stream go wander
Like reapers we would happy be and harvest joy for ever.