In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year
I walked the road beside my dear
The trees were black where the bark was wet
I see them yet, in the spring of the year
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach

In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year
I walked the road beside my dear
The rooks went up with a raucous trill
I hear them still, in the fall of the year
He laughed at all I dared to praise
And broke my heart, in little ways

Year be springing or year be falling
The bark will drip and the birds be calling
There's much that’s fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year
‘Tis not love's going hurts my days
But that it went in little ways