My love is in a light attire br Among the apple trees, br Where the gay winds do most desire br To run in companies. br br There, where the gay winds stay to woo br The young leaves as they pass, br My love goes slowly, bending to br Her shadow on the grass. br br And where the sky’s a pale blue cup br Over the laughing land, br My love goes lightly, holding up br Her dress with dainty hand.