Who goes amid the green wood     With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood     To make it merrier?

Who passes in the sunlight     By ways that know the light footfall? Who passes in the sweet sunlight     With mien so virginal?

The ways of all the woodland     Gleam with a soft and golden fire⁠— For whom does all the sunny woodland     Carry so brave attire?

O, it is for my true love     The woods their rich apparel wear⁠— O, it is for my own true love,     That is so young and fair.