Through days are slow, far from town
Come along and settle down
The way your dancing gown
In springtime of the year
Your loving will not go in vain
My holdings and my land to gain
If you go just to take my name
In the springtime of the year
Ooh, how happy you could be here
In the springtime of the year
The sun will burn up all the snows
And pull the barley up in rows
But where it comes from, heaven knows
In springtime of the year
At last, the summer's over
No more yellow clover
We will soon know brown October
'Til the springtime of the year
Ooh, how happy you could be here
In the springtime of the year
Ooh, sleet and snow will keep you here
'Til the springtime of the year
