I was caught in a primrose dream/in a summer green and fair. Then came my true love so sweet to me/with a white lily in her hair.
She was sweeter than a honeycomb/wilder than a stormy sea. She came so quietly stealing/and gave her all to me.
I was a bold and callous youth/and cast her soon away/saying I must try honey from other bees/but I’ll come back for you someday.
Autumn all to quickly came/the other bees did fly away. Then I went back to my first true love/but she was to old and grey.
If you’re ever caught in a primrose dream/in a summer green and fair. Hold fast when your love comes sweet to you/with a white lily in her hair.