My love is like the sun

 

Verse 1

Cold winter's gone and past,
Pleasant summer's come at last,
The small birds are whistling on each tree.
Since misfortune's proved unkind,
To the dearest love of mine,
And he's gone to the Isle of Kildare.

Verse 2

I will put on my suit of black,
With a fringe all around my back,
Gold rings on my fingers I will wear,
And straight away he'll appear,
From the Isle of Kildare,
And I soon shall set sight on him there.

Verse 3

My love is like the sun,
That through the firmament does run,
And always proves constant and true,
But I am like the moon,
Which does ramble round and round,
And every month it is new.