• • • • When in the

springtime of the year

when the trees are

crowned with leaves

When the ash and oak

and the birch and yew

are dressed

in ribbons fair

When owls call

the breathless moon

in the blue veil

of the night

the shadows of

the trees appear

amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling

all the night

and some time

of this day

Now returning back again

we bring a garland gay

• • • • Who will go down

to those shady groves

and summon

the shadows there

and tie a ribbon on

those sheltering arms

in the springtime

of the year

The songs of the birds

seem to fill the wood

that when the

fiddler plays

all their voices

can be heard

long past their

woodland days

We've been rambling

all the night

and some time

of this day

Now returning back again

we bring a garland gay

••••••••••••••••••

• • • • And so they

linked their

hands and danced

'round in circles

and in rows

and so the journey

of the night descends

when all the

shades are gone

A garland gay

we bring you here

and at your door

we stand

It is a sprout

well budded out

The work of

our Lord's hand

We've been rambling

all the night

and some time

of this day

and now returning

back again

we bring a garland gay

We've been rambling

all the night

and some time

of this day

and now returning

back again

we bring a garland gay