Gentle leaves, gentle leaves,
please array a path for me!
The woods are growing thick and deep around.
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 dust.
Willow boughs, willow boughs,
make a bed to lay me down!
Let your branches bow to cradle us...
Oh, my own true love!
Can you hear me, love?