From the red rose to the apple-blossom,
 From the apple-blossom to the blue sky,
Looking up still in the spring-tide,
 When none else is by,
         For a love born
         On a May morn,
 Long, long ago, I sigh.

From the blue sky to the apple-blossom,
 And the roses in row,
Looking down still in the spring-tide,
 Through my garden I go,
         For a love lost
         In a spring frost,
 Singing Heigh ho, heigh ho!