As the flower starts to wither,
My darling was born before winter,
Where the leaves starts to fall,
A blessing was given for all.
Face was love by the sun,
Skin sparkling in tan,
Favored by the heaven above,
All I can offer for you is my love.
Dandelions dancing in glee,
Oh!, my darlin' be smiling dashingly,
Hair as black as a raven's feather,
Darling, you're my possesor.
