Oh my fair-haired boy, no more I'll see you walk the meadows green
Or hear your song run through the fields like yon mountain streams
Your ship waits on the western shore to bear you o'er from me
But wait I will 'til Heaven's door my fair-haired boy to see
All joy is gone that we once knew, all sorrow newly found
Soon you'll in California be, or Colorado bound
Let no sad tear now stain your cheek as we kiss our last good-bye
Think not upon when we might meet, my love, my fair-haired boy
If not in life we'll be as one, then in death we'll be
And there will grow two hawthorn trees above my love and me
And they will reach up to the sky and intertwined be
And the hawthorn flower will bloom where lie my fair-haired boy and me
And the hawthorn flower will bloom where lie my fair-haired boy and me
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