Through the gate [??] are born
[??] sweet and thick black thorn
There were birds flying high on the trail
When I saw your face

[??]
Voices outside call my name
There are green leaves in your hair
And I kiss your lips

[??], the cup, the gown
{??], it comes

All alone, wasted away
Searching through the forest glades
For the green leaves in her hair
And the lips that kiss

[??], the cup, the gown
Falling down, falls down

All alone, wasted away
Searching through the forest glades
For the green leaves in her hair
And the lips that kiss
[??], the cup, the gown
Falling down, falls down

Green leaves in her hair
Lips that kiss
Green leaves in her hair