I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bowed and then it broke
And so my love proved false to me
Had I but known before I loved
The aching pain that love could bring
I'd have locked my heart with keys of gold
And tied it fast with a silver chain
Oh, love is pleasing, love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew
Oh, love it is, a painful thing
Like blossoms tremble in the rain
But blossoms grow again each spring
My love shall never grow again
But blossoms grow again each spring
My love shall never grow again
