Waly Waly

turn to silvery bells,

then will my love

return to me.


When roses grow,

in the wintery snow,

then will my love

return to me.


Oh, Waly Waly,

love be bonnie,

and bright as a jewel

when it's first new.


But love grows old,

and waxes cold,

and fades away

like morning dew.


There is a ship,

it's sailing the sea,

it's loaded high

and deep can be.


But not so deep,

as my love for him,

I know not if

I sink or swim.


Oh, Waly Waly,

love be bonnie,

bright as a jewel

when it's first new.


But love grows old,

and waxes cold,

and fades away