Gentle leaves, gentle leaves 

Please array a path for me 

The woods are blowing thick and fast around 



Columbine, Columbine 

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 swaying 

But I won't want for love 



Mistlethrush, Mistlethrush 

Lay me down in the underbrush 

My naked feet grow weary with the dusk 



Willow Boughs, Willow Boughs, 

Make a bed to lay me down 

Let your branches bow to cradle us 



And all this stirring inside my belly 

Won't quell my want for love 

And I may swoon from all this swaying 

But I won't want for love 



Oh, my own true love 

Oh, my own true love 

Can you hear me, love? 

Can you hear me, love? 



And all this stirring inside my belly 

Won't quell my want for love 

And I may swoon from all this swaying 

But I won't want for love 



Won't want for love... 

Won't want for love... 

Won't want for love...