The Oak Tree Grove Songtext
von Midwinter

As I was walking one morning in springtime
Down to the path by the oak tree grove
I overheard a fair maiden singing
Mourning the loss of her own true love


Tell this to me my sweet pretty maiden
Why would a man on this fine spring day
I am a weeping (?) for the springtime
Vouch for my love whom has gone away

Oh where is this love that you are grieving
Will he be soon be returning to thee?
I fear not ′tis a fine ship sailer
Drowned in a storm on the raging sea

As I was walking one morning in springtime
Down to the path by the oak tree grove
I overheard a fair maiden singing
Mourning the loss of her own true love