Lyrics

False, false have you been to me, my love Oh, when did you change your mind? Ah, but since you've laid your love on another fair maid I'm afraid that you're no more mine I was climbing to a tree that was too high for me Asking for fruit where there weren't any grew I've been lifting warm water out beneath cold clay And against the stream I was rowing But I mean to climb up some higher, higher tree And harry a white snowflake's nest And down shall I fall, ay, without any fear To the arms that love me best