I loved a man with summer eyes. Him I loved, he be not here. I loved him well, I loved him true. I loved him all I could.
I loved a man with summer eyes. He could see right through. Saw me through, loved me too. But now my lover dies.
For I’m a maid with winter eyes, my summer love is nought but lies.
My lover dies, my ice eyes cry. For summer’s only now a sigh. My lover sweet, with summer eyes. He be the one I go to greet.
I loved a man, it’s true, I did. I loved him well, as best I could. The best I had was not enough. He’d dead and died, the best I tried.
For I’m a maid with winter eyes. And winter’s why the summer dies.