I met my darling in the springtime
When all the flowers were in bloom
And like the flowers our love blossomed
We married in the month of June.
Our love was like a burning ember
It warmed us as a golden glow (3rd time “cold winds blow”)
We had sunshine in December
And threw our roses in the snow.
Now God has taken my darlin’
And left me with a memory
A memory I will always cherish
Are these last words he said to me:
My darlin’s buried on the hillside
Where all the wild spring flowers grow
And when the winter snow starts falling
On his grave I’ll place a rose.