Lasse of the Island

In early spring when the snows all melt, in the grace of place where your father dwelt…

Lasse of the Island

In the early spring when begins the bloom, 
when clearing stop presents the moon,
when the fog weaves the the sodden pass,
and horses feed on fresh meadow grass,

I will bring my banjo, my smile and
play to the lasse of the island.

In early spring when the snows all melt,
in the grace of place where your father dwelt,
when you wear…