THERE sits a bird on every tree

There sits a bird on every tree,

And courts his love, as I do thee;

Young maids must marry.

There grows a flower on every bough,

There grows a flower on every bough,

Its petals kiss—I’ll show you how:

From sea to stream the salmon roam:

From sea to stream the salmon roam;

Each finds a mate, and leads her home;

Young maids must marry.

The sun’s a bridegroom, earth a bride,

They court from morn till eventide:

The earth shall pass, but love abide;

Young maids must marry.