VIIIWho goes amid the green woodWith springtide all adorning her?Who goes amid the merry green woodTo make it merrier?Who passes in the sunlightBy ways that know the light footfall?Who passes in the sweet sunlightWith mien so virginal?The ways of all the woodlandGleam with a soft and golden fire—For whom does all the sunny woodlandCarry so brave attire?O, it is for my true loveThe woods their rich apparel wear—O, it is for my own true love,That is so young and fair.
Who goes amid the green woodWith springtide all adorning her?Who goes amid the merry green woodTo make it merrier?Who passes in the sunlightBy ways that know the light footfall?Who passes in the sweet sunlightWith mien so virginal?The ways of all the woodlandGleam with a soft and golden fire—For whom does all the sunny woodlandCarry so brave attire?O, it is for my true loveThe woods their rich apparel wear—O, it is for my own true love,That is so young and fair.