Rise up my darling
If you are within
Open the door and let me come in
I have drink for your mother to make her heart gay
And I hope she won't deny me her daughter this day
When I rise in the morning I look far away
And I look to the town where my love does stay
and my tears fall from me like two stream of rain
and with size and sad longing and greif I remain
In the green wood I sit weary and sad
From sunday to sunday the time I do pass
My eyes on the high road that keeps us apart
and with no one in the wide world to comfort my heart.
How well for the weeper to rise every day
and to come back again to the same branch always
not so for the likes of my true love and me
It's far from one another we rise everyday
