Springtime and buds ablow,
Dew on the posies,
Two down the greening go,
Watched by the roses;

I know what love is, —
Yes, I know what 't is!
When dew and blossom kiss,
I know what love is!

His hand slips into mine, —
What heart could chide us?
One kiss, just one, life's wine.
What can betide us?

I know what love is, —
Yes, I know what 'tis!
When dew and blossom kiss,
I know what love is!

Tell it, ah! bird or bee,
Springtime's first lover,
Tell it to him and me,
Tell it all over;

I know what love is, —
Yes, I know what 'tis!
When dew and blossom kiss,
I know what love is!