The mid-summer sun shines but dim
The fields try in vain to look gay
But when I was happy with him
December was pleasant as May

There once was a time
He and I picked flowers to braid in my hair
And the songbirds would sing sweet song of love
That was tender and fair
No difference did seasons make
When our love was as warm as the sun
And it mattered not where did the snow
Or green grass kissed the fields where we'd run

Now the mid-summer sun shines but dim
The fields try in vain to look gay
But when I was happy with him
December was pleasant as May

Sweet flowers, sweet birds, and sweet songs
Have now lost their sweetness to me
Forever my darling is gone
And forever heartbroken I'll be

Now the mid-summer sun shines but dim
The fields try in vain to look gay
But when I was happy with him
December was pleasant as May
The mid-summer sun shines but dim, mmm