The words my mother and aunt used to sing are:

Pleasant days in summertime
In pleasant sunny weather
Amid the golden summer corn
Two lovers pass together
Many a word they did not speak
To give their thoughts expression
Each knew the other's heart was full
and neither made confession

Winter days have come alas
Comes cold and deary weather
No more the lovers pass their way
Amid the fields together
Cruel fate has severed them
And both are broken hearted
Had they been wed in summertime
They would not now be parted.

Rhiannon