Down by the salley gardens I met my love so fair,
She walked through silver raindrops, moonlight in her hair.
We danced where wild winds whispered, the river hummed along,
Her laughter rose like lark-song, my heart became her song.
But youth was swift and wayward, we parted with the dawn;
I left beneath the willows, my golden dream was gone.
Yet still when dusk grows gentle, I hear her tender call—
Down by the salley gardens, love lingers after all.