1. The winter it is past 
And the summer's come at last,
And the small birds sing on ev'ry tree:
The hearts of these are glad, 
But mine is very sad,
For my lover has parted from me.

2. The rose upon the brier 
By the waters running clear
May have charms for the linnet or the bee:
Their little loves are blest, 
And their little hearts at rest,
But my lover is parted from me.

3. My love is like the sun
In the firmament does run
Forever constant and true:
But his is like the moon
That wanders up and down
And ev'ry month it is new.

4. All you that are in love
And cannot it remove,
I pity the pains you endure,
For experience makes me know
That your hearts are full of woe,
A woe that no mortal can endure.