She strolled thru the greenwood, leaves in her hair.
I beckoned to her, my bower to share.
Nothing so lovely, nothing so fair
As the greenwood woman with leaves in her hair.
Love in her eyes, but grief in her air,
She promised to stay till the trees all were bare.
Nothing so precious, nothing so rare
As the greenwood woman with leaves in her hair.
We dwelt the summer without any care,
And love never favored a happier pair.
Nothing so lovely, nothing so fair
As the greenwood woman with leaves in her hair.
But leaves turned golden; branches grew spare.
When the green was gone, away she would fare.
Nothing so precious, nothing so rare
As the greenwood woman with leaves in her hair.
Now blessed be the Watchers, who answered my prayer
With evergreen holly to conquer despair.
Nothing so lovely, nothing so fair
As the greenwood woman with leaves in her hair.
With evergreen holly to conquer despair
And the greenwood woman with leaves in her hair.