Would God I were the tender apple blossom Would God I were the tender apple blossom Ojalá estuviera la flor tierna de manzana That floats and falls from off the twisted bough That floats and falls from off the twisted bough Que flota y se cae de fuera de la rama torcida To lie and faint within your silken bosom To lie and faint within your silken bosom Para mentir y débiles dentro de tu pecho seda Within your silken bosom as that does now. Within your silken bosom as that does now. Dentro de su seno la seda hace que ahora. Or would I were a little burnish'd apple Or would I were a little burnish'd apple ¿O yo fuera un poco de manzana burnish'd For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold Para que me arrancan, deslizándose por tanto frío While sun and shade you robe of lawn will dapple While sun and shade you robe of lawn will dapple Mientras que el sol y la sombra que manto de césped rucio Your robe of lawn, and you hair's spun gold. Your robe of lawn, and you hair's spun gold. Su manto de césped, y el oro hilado pelo. Yea, would to God I were among the roses Yea, would to God I were among the roses Sí, ojalá yo fuera entre las rosas That lean to kiss you as you float between That lean to kiss you as you float between Que se inclinan a besar a medida que flotan entre While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses Mientras que en la rama más baja un brote uncloses A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen. A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen. El brote uncloses, tocarte, la reina. Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing No, ya que no quiero, que estaban creciendo A happy daisy, in the garden path A happy daisy, in the garden path Un feliz margarita, en el sendero del jardín That so your silver foot might press me going That so your silver foot might press me going Eso por lo que su pie de plata podría prensa me va Might press me going even unto death. Might press me going even unto death. ¿Podría la prensa me va hasta la muerte.