Oh, the winter it has passed, and the summer's come at last.Small birds are singing in the breeze, their little hearts are blessed, I but mine can know the best.Since my true love is far away from me, and it's great I will repair, till the car I'll lock in there, for it's there I'll find tidings of my boy.Oh, the rose upon the briar, and the water's running clear, brings joy to the limbed and the weary, their little hearts are blessed, I but mine can know the best.Since my true love is far away from me, and it's great I will repair, till the car I'll lock in there, for it's there I'll find tidings of my boy.Oh, all you that are in love, oh, and it cannot be sure, how I pity you, the pain you do endure.For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of hope, it's so low that no other heart can cure.And it's great I will repair, till the car I'll lock in there, for it's there I'll find tidings of my joy.*