This is Peta Webb on her Topic album:

MAY MORNING DEW
(from Peta Webb)

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob,
Listening to the bark in the house of the dog,
Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through
And to pluck the wild flowers in the May morning dew.

Summer is coming, oh, summer is here
With the leaves all so green and the sky bright and clear.
And the birds they are singing their loved ones to woo
And the flowers they are springing in the May morning dew.

God be with the old folks who are now dead and gone
And likewise my brothers, young Michael and John,
As they tramped through the heather the wild hare to pursue
And their joys they would mingle in the May morning dew.

The house we were reared in is but a stone on a stone
And all around the garden with weeds is all grown.
And all the kind neighbours that ever I knew,
Like the wild rose they are withered in the May morning dew.