As I went out to smell wild garlic
Fruits of winter come to be
Sparrow-hawk may be my vision
But I think of my love
Under pear trees
As I went out to smell wild garlic
Sounds of Cuckoos in my ears
Although sweet it was not my love
Who I have not seen
For what feels like years
I long to see
I long to see
I long to see
April fools us with its showers
For which I could not foresee
It would have been a merry leaking
But I had not my hat with me
Then the sun burning so freely
On my tree of apples and pear
Spent my morning attending them
But I should have been with my love there
It would have been a merry leaking
But I had not my hat with me
It would have been a merry leaking
But I had not my hat with me
It would have been a merry leaking
But I had not my hat with me
