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

When Shadows Of The Trees Appear

Amidst The Lantern('s) Light.



We've Been Rambling All The Night

And Sometime 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 Sounds Of Birds Seem To Fill The Wood

And When The Fiddler Plays

All Their Voices Can Be Heard

Long Past Their Woodland Days.



We've Been Rambling All The Night

And Sometime 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

Here's A Sprout, Well Budded Out

The Work Of Our Lord's Hand.



We've Been Rambling All The Night

And Sometime Of This Day

Now Returning Back Again

We Bring A Garland Gay.