A garland of green my lover i send
And a green turtle to ride thee hence
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time
When you my love are in your prime
When you my love are in your prime
And in ten years time the green of the vine
Will be a gentle tender hue
And so my hope, my lover my love
That i may find ye tender too
That i may find ye tender too
The leaves of the tree are deep underground
The needles of pines sew the soil to the mound
The air is of smoke but i see no fire
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar
And who should be dancing along to this tune
I spy mother nature and father time swoon
Their bodies are bent their faces are gray
But they are the may king and queen, aren’t they
Yes, they are the may king and queen, aren’t they
A garland of green my lover i send
And a green turtle to ride thee hence
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time
When you my love are in your prime
When you my love are in your prime