When my love came home to me
    Pleasant Summer bringing
Every tree was out in leaf
    Every bird was singing
Every red rose burst the bud
    On its bramble springing.

There I met her in the lane
    By those waters gleamy,
Met her toward the fall of day
    Warm and dear and dreamy;
Did I loiter in the lane?
    None was there to see me.

Only roses in the hedge
    Lilies on the river
Saw our greetings fast and fond,
    Counted gift and giver,
Saw me take her to my home
    Take her home for ever.