The version I know is from the singing of Niamh Parsons

POOR OLD JOHNNY

CHORUS: Poor old Johnny, won't you come home soon?
Winter is coming and I'm all alone.
A candle is burning in my window, love,
And the wild geese they are going home.

A young man's love is something to behold.
Forest of ferns and then it soon turns cold.
He'll whisper in the moonlight and your hand he'll hold,
Then he'll vanish with the morning dew...and it's

He'll court you by a meadow in the summertime.
When first you love, it is the sweetest time.
He'll promise a golden ring and then one day
He will vanish with the morning dew.

You'll be waiting for his footsteps in the lonely gloom.
Listen by the window. He'll be coming soon.
Your heart it will be breaking by the early dawn.
For he'll vanish with the morning dew.

So come all you young men who are in your prime,
The young maiden's love is like the rarest wine.
When first you taste it is the golden time,
Sweeter than the morning dew.

Regards
Marion