Lyrics:
When the leaves begin to fade
And the nights are growing cold,
When the forest's verdant shade,
Turns to crimson to gold,
When the winter days are near,
Then will gladness come to me,
For my lover will be here,
Whose bride I am to be.
chorus:
Yes my lover will be here,
And I his bride will be,
He'll come, he'll come I have no fear,
He'll come to marry me.
Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Come, he'll come I have no fear,
He'll come to marry me.
When the leaves begin to fade
Thro' the silent autumn hours,
And from every dell and glade,
Comes the scent of dying flow'rs,
Then my waiting will be o'er,
For my lover true and tried,
From a distant foreign shore,
Will come and claim his bride.
