On a bright Beltain morning, I rise from my sleep, And softly go walking where the dark is yet deep And the tall eastern mountain, with it's stretch to the sky, Casts a luminous shadow where my true love doth lie I follow that shadow to where morning dew gleams, I'll ne'er wake my love from his innocent dreams Rather stand there in silence and watch for a while, For I'll ne'er break his slumber, nor trouble that smile But passion soon takes me, my will then turns weak, And ever so gently, I kiss his fair cheek So soft it that touch, he knows not I suppose, And upon his side pillow, I place one thornless rose The morning makes rainbows upon the white walls, Far off in the forest, the summer lark calls Though the sun has now risen, one star I yet see, 'Tis the Star of May Morning, my true love to me He's the Star of May Morning, my true love to me