Sweetheart, I ne'er may know, 
  Never may see ; 
White is the blossom snow, 
  Green is the lea : 
Still the stream sings of you, 
All the wood rings of you --
Sweetheart, oh sweetheart mine, 
  Where can you be ? 

Winds in the orchard-close,
  Fair winds and free,
Winnow the blossom-snows
  Fast from the tree;
Soon will the bloom be shed,
Soon will the Spring be fled,
Sweetheart, oh sweetheart mine,
  Where can you be?

True-love I ne'er may meet 
  All the world through, 
Dim is the dawn, and sweet, 
  Deep is the dew. 
Listen -- oh lost and dear ! 
Come -- for your love is here. 
Here in the hazel-wood. 
  Waiting for you.