As I went walking
On a summer day
I spied a young girl
This is what she did say:
“All of the things
that are under the sun
Will be changed
when I am gone

Green was the holly
White was the dove
All of my days
I live for my love
Green was the holly
White was the dove
Under the sun there
Lives one less love

All of the joys that we once had
All of the days both good and bad
All of the things that are
Under the sun
Will be changed
When I an gone
Please let them be changed
Because I am gone”