Of yellow leaves I’ll weave a crown,
And bind his golden hair.
Then my false lord shall cry and weep,
And call his lady fair,
But though for love his heart should bleed,
His sighs and tears I will not heed,
Nor hearken to his prayer.
Of yellow leaves I’ll weave a crown,
And bind his golden hair.
Then my false lord shall cry and weep,
And call his lady fair,
But though for love his heart should bleed,
His sighs and tears I will not heed,
Nor hearken to his prayer.