Oh, you will want to know where I am now
You know my dear
I was in the cherry tree when mother said to me
"You are only 17"
"You don't know what it means"
So I climbed down and picked the cherries
That fell to the ground
I can't carry it alone
So I'll bury it like bones
Oh, you are only 17
You don't know what to fear
And all we know is what we have to hold
And call, "My dear"
And I will want to know where you are
If you're far or near
And I don't know how loud I'll have to sing
For you to hear
If I can't marry you, I'll go
On my chariot of gold
There is only this I know
I will die before I'm old
