Lyrics:
Margaret:Gentle leaves, gentle leavesPlease array a path for meThe wood's all growing thick and fast aroundColumbine, ColumbinePlease alert this love of mineLet him know his Margaret comes alongAnd all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for loveAnd I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for loveMistle thrush, mistle thrushLay me down in the underbrushMy naked feet grow weary with the duskWillow boughs, willow boughsMake a bed to lay me downLet your branches bow to cradle usAnd all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for loveAnd I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for loveWilliam:Oh my own true love,Oh my own true love,Can you hear me love?Can you hear me love?Margaret:And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for loveAnd I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for loveWon't want for loveWon't want for loveI won't want for love