Meet Me 'Neath the Greenwood Tree

Come, my lady, come to me--
Meet me 'neath the greenwood tree.
The month is May, the season's spring,
The birds their lusty love songs sing.
The moon full round will be tonight
So come to me beneath its light.

    Oh no, my lord, I dare not go,
    My mother watches close, you know.
    She's very sure to keep me near,
    Especially at this time of year.
    So there is nothing I can do--
    Although I wish to be with you.

Dear lady mine, can you not come?
Your answer leaves me sad and glum!
All winter long we've been apart,
I've seen you only in my heart,
And now that spring has set us free
You say you cannot come to me!

    I wish that I could come, my lord--
    All winter long I've been so bored.
    But mother says that nights like this
    For maidens are most dangerous!
    So with a sigh I turn you down,
    Although I know 'twill make you frown.

My lady, I would do no wrong,
But it has been so very long
I've waited now to feel the bliss
Of--maybe--just one little kiss.
So tell me spring has moved you, too,
And made you feel the way I do.

    My lord, you do presume too much!
    And though you know I like your touch
    My mother bids me keep my head
    And save my favors 'til I'm wed.
    They're seeking someone rich, you know!
    And so, you see, I cannot go.

My lady, you must love me not,
Nor do you trust me e'en a jot.
I wanted but to talk to thee
Tonight beneath the greenwood tree.
To ask if you would like the life
Of being with me as my wife.

    My lord, I'll not be shy or coy,
    Your offer I accept with joy.
    Here comes my father--ask him now
    If he will let us take this vow.
    If he says yes, then shall we see
    How moonlight looks 'neath greenwood tree!

Copyright (c) 1978 by Julia H. West