False, false have you been to me, my love,
Oh, when did you change your mind?
But since you've laid your love on another fair maid,
I'm afraid that you're no more mine
I was climbing to a tree
that was too high for me,
Asking fruit
where there weren 't any grew;
I've been lifting warm water out
aneath cold clay,
And against the stream
I was rowing
But I mean to climb up
some higher higher tree,
To harry a white snowflake's nest,
And down shall I fall, ay,
without any fear,
To the arms that love me the best
Oh, when did you change your mind?
But since you've laid your love on another fair maid,
I'm afraid that you're no more mine
I was climbing to a tree
that was too high for me,
Asking fruit
where there weren 't any grew;
I've been lifting warm water out
aneath cold clay,
And against the stream
I was rowing
But I mean to climb up
some higher higher tree,
To harry a white snowflake's nest,
And down shall I fall, ay,
without any fear,
To the arms that love me the best