My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees
Where gentle breezes most aspire
To run in companies
Where gentle breezes stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass
And where the sky is a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress in a dainty hand
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees
Where gentle breezes most aspire
To run in companies
Where the gentle breezes stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass
And where the sky is a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress in a dainty hand
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees
Where gentle breezes most aspire
To run in companies
Where the gentle breezes stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass
And where the sky is a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress in a dainty hand