When in the springtime of the year

When the trees are crowned with leaves

When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew

Are dressed in ribbons fair



When owls call the breathless moon

In the blue veil of the night

The shadows of the trees appear

Amidst the lantern light



We've been rambling all the night

And some time of this day

Now returning back again

We bring a garland gay



Who will go down to those shady groves

And summon the shadows there

And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms

In the springtime of the year



The songs of birds seem to fill the wood

That when the fiddler plays

All their voices can be heard

Long past their woodland days



And so they linked their hands and danced

Round in circles and in rows

And so the journey of the night descends

When all the shades are gone