Around the bend where the poppies grow,

I left my love a song of woe.

And bear it near this soul to keep,

Nearby by the willows who weep.

Sleep, child–sleep, until we meet again

A thousand wins on the tongues of men.

Fare thee my love, oh to stay,

I give it all a moment of May.

But life, how fickle, too sweet, it has to end,

The bitter pill now becomes this medicine.

Sleep now, love sleep,

Buried now in the river deep.

I kiss the ground of the Summer mist

And dream it now of your wanton kiss.

Sleep, love, do sleep.

I pray you now my love to keep.

This soul longs for the day to come,

But until it may, thy will be done.