Gentle leaves, gentle leaves
Please array a path for me
The wood's all growing thick and fast around


Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine

Let him know his Margaret comes along

And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love

And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love

Mistle thrush, mistle thrush

Lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk


Columbine, Columbine
Please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along


And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love