My love and I did meet.

She passed the Salley Gardens

With little snow white feet.

She bid me take life easy

As the leaves grow on the trees.

But I being young and foolish,

With her did not agree.

In a field by the river

My love and I did stand

And on my healing shoulder

She laid her snow white hand.

She bid me take love easy

As the grass grows on the weeds.

But I was young and foolish

And now I'm full of tears.