Far away in some deep mountain
Where the merry sunbeams play
There I wandered thru the clover
Singing to a village maid

    She was dearer than the dearest
    Ever loving kind and true
    And she wore beneath her bonnet
    Amber tresses tied in blue

Fact decreed that we parted
When the leaves of autumn fell
Then two hearts were separated
That had loved each other well

She was all I had to cherish
Every loving king and true
Now I see in every vision
Amber tresses tied in blue