Oak leaves and acorns around them are strewn
A field and a farmer, a late harvest moon
And thoughts crowding in as his lover passed by
In Northumberland where the land meets the sky

Well fair did she look when he met her in spring
And he bought all her lambs just to hear her voice sing
She walked from the markets in Hexham that day
And he followed her homeward, the bed where she lay

And he asked her to sing him a song that he knew
From a time that had passed long ago
So many oak leaves and acorns to sow

Oak leaves and acorns he made her a crown
With hazel and mistletoe woven around
She opened the door to him baby in arms
And they kissed as the sun was setting down on the farm