The summertime is full of flowers,
And the gardens are all gay,
They drink the sunshine and the showers,
And laugh the hours away,
The trees are clad in robes of green,
And the birds among them sing,
But I am sad and can't be glad,
For my joy has ta'en the wing,
Oh I am sad and can't be glad,
For my joy has ta'en the wing.
I used to love the summertime,
I used to love the spring,
But now my love has proved untrue,
No joy to me they bring,
It seems as if the wintertime,
Has passed all o're the year,
It's very cold within my heart,
And it's dark without my dear,
It's very cold within my heart,
And it's dark without my dear.
Oh heart of mine with blighted love,
What power thy life can save,
I'm like a yew tree dark and sad,
Beside a lonesome grave,
My love I'll call both loud and long,
And in my tears I'll cry,
I know he'll never love me more,
So loveless must I die,
I know he'll never love me more,
So loveless must I die.
And the gardens are all gay,
They drink the sunshine and the showers,
And laugh the hours away,
The trees are clad in robes of green,
And the birds among them sing,
But I am sad and can't be glad,
For my joy has ta'en the wing,
Oh I am sad and can't be glad,
For my joy has ta'en the wing.
I used to love the summertime,
I used to love the spring,
But now my love has proved untrue,
No joy to me they bring,
It seems as if the wintertime,
Has passed all o're the year,
It's very cold within my heart,
And it's dark without my dear,
It's very cold within my heart,
And it's dark without my dear.
Oh heart of mine with blighted love,
What power thy life can save,
I'm like a yew tree dark and sad,
Beside a lonesome grave,
My love I'll call both loud and long,
And in my tears I'll cry,
I know he'll never love me more,
So loveless must I die,
I know he'll never love me more,
So loveless must I die.