The King's three lovely daughters,
Fly away, my heart, away;
The King's three lovely daughters
Beneath its branches lay,
So sweet,
Beneath its branches lay.
The youngest wakens lightly,
Fly away, my heart, away;
The youngest wakens lightly:
"My sister, here is day!
So sweet,
"My sister, here is day!"
"T'is but a star that's gilding,
Fly away, my heart, away;
"T'is but a star that's gilding
With its sweet light our love,
So sweet,
"With its sweet light our love."
