The summer is coming and the grass is green
And the leaves are budding on every tree;
The ships are sailing upon the sea
And I'll soon have tidings of my own Johneen
The night was stormy and dark and cold
When I lost my darling, my true love bold;
I'll range the valleys and the mountains high
And I'll never marry until I die
O Johnny, Johnny I love you well
I love you better than tongue can tell;
I love my friends and relations too
But I'd leave them all, love, and go with you
The Lost Lover was written by Ernest John Moeran & Traditional.