May Garland

This morning is the first of May
The bright time of the year
And if I live and tarry here
I'll call another year
And if I live and tarry here
I'll call another year

The fields and meadows are so green
So green as any leaf
Our Heavenly Father waters them
With His heavenly dew so sweet
Our Heavenly Father waters them
With His heavenly dew so sweet

A man, a man, his life's a span
It flourishes like a flower
He's here today and gone tomorrow
He's gone all in an hour
He's here today and gone tomorrow
He's gone all in an hour
He's here today and gone tomorrow
He's gone all in an hour

The clock strikes one I must be gone
I can no longer stay
So come downstairs my pretty maids all
And look at my branch of may
So come downstairs my pretty maids all
And look at my branch of may

I have a purse in my pocket
It's drawn with silken string
And all it wants is a little money
To line it well within
And all it wants is a little money
To line it well within