in the spring of the year in the spring of the year
i walked the road beside my dear
the trees were black where the bark was wet
i see them yet in the spring of the year
he broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
that was out of the way and hard to reach
in the fall of the year in the fall of the year
i walked the road beside my dear
the rooks went up with a raucous trill
i hear them still in the fall of the year