Lean out of the window
Goldenhair
I heard you singing
A merry air
The zone that doth become thee fair
The snood upon thy yellow hair
Lean out of the window
Goldenhair!
The ways of all the woodland
Gleam with a soft and golden fire-
Making to tremble all those veils
Of grey and golden gossamer
Lean out of the window, Goldenhair
I heard you singing a merry air
Singing and singing a merry air
Lean out of the window, Goldenhair
I have left my book:
I have left my room:
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom
Welladay! Welladay!
For the winds of May!
Love is unhappy when love is away!
The bridal wind is blowing
For Love is at his noon;
Lean out of the window, Goldenhair
Who goes amid the green wood?
Who goes amid the merry green wood?
Who passes in the sunlight?
Who passes in the sweet sunlight?
Lean out of the window, Goldenhair