Margaret:nGentle leaves, gentle leavesnPlease array a path for menThe wood's all growing thick and fast aroundnnColumbine, ColumbinenPlease alert this love of minenLet him know his Margaret comes alongnnAnd all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for lovenAnd I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for lovennMistle thrush, mistle thrushnLay me down in the underbrushnMy naked feet grow weary with the dusknnWillow boughs, willow boughsnMake a bed to lay me downnLet your branches bow to cradle usnnAnd all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for lovenAnd I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for lovennWilliam:nOh my own true love,nOh my own true love,nCan you hear me love?nCan you hear me love?nnMargaret:nAnd all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for lovenAnd I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for lovennWon't want for lovenWon't want for lovenI won't want for love