O there was a woman, and she was a widow
Fair are the flowers in the valley
With a daughter as fair as a fresh sunny meadow
The Red, the Green and the Yellow
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal
Sweet goes the treble Violin
The maid so rare and the flowers so fair
Together they grew in the valley

There came a Knight all clothed in red
Fair are the flowers in the valley
"I would thou wert my bride", he said
The Red, the Green and the Yellow
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal
Sweet goes the treble Violin
"I would", she sighed, "ne'er wins a bride!"
Fair are the flowers in the valley

There came a Knight all clothed in green
Fair are the flowers in the valley
"This maid so sweet might be my queen"
The Red, the Green and the Yellow
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal
Sweet goes the treble Violin
"Might be", sighed she, "will ne'er win me!"
Fair are the flowers in the valley

There came a Knight, in yellow was he
Fair are the flowers in the valley
"My bride, my queen, thou must with me!"
The Red, the Green and the Yellow
The Harp, the Lute, the Pipe, the Flute, the Cymbal
Sweet goes the treble Violin
With blushes red, "I come", she said;
"Farewell to the flowers in the valley."