The May Morning Dew (feat. Rhiannon Giddens)

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listenin' to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through To pluck the wild flowers in the May mornin' dew Summer is comin', oh summer is near With the leaves of the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wildflowers are springing in the May mornin' dew The house I was reared in is but a stone upon a stone And all around the garden, the weeds, they have grown And all the fine neighbors that ever I knew Like the red rose, have perished in the May mornin' dew Ah oh Ah oh Ah oh God be with the old folks, they are all dead and gone And likewise my brothers, young Dennis and John As we trip through the heather, wild hares to pursue Our joys, they were mingled in the May mornin' dew Our joys, they were mingled in the May mornin' dew