The roses have faded and the Summer is o'er,
And the joys and the tidings of a long day is o'er.
I have longed for to wander the green fields I once knew,
But they're faded and gone now, like the May morning dew.

I went up on the hilltop and I looked all around,
The place seemed enchanted, but no true-love I found.
I cursed the cruel tyrant that bade her adieu,
And I mingled my teardrops with the May morning dew.

God be with my own parents, they are now dead and gone,
Likewise my two brothers, young Michael and John.
It was with them I rambled, the wild hare to pursue,
As we tripped o'er the streamlets in the May morning dew.

God be with my old homestead, not a stick, nor a stone,
And all over the garden, wild flowers have grown.
I miss my old neighbours and the fond friends I knew;
They're all faded and gone now, like the May morning dew;
They're all faded and gone like the May morning dew.