Today my lover takes his gun
Across the meadows in the sun,
Across the scented fields of May,
I see him going on his way,
His swaying figure straight and strong
Thro' the long
Mile on mile against the sun.
Today my lover takes his gun!

Today my lover takes his gun,
(Ah well, Love's golden dream is done!)
For he is marching far away
Along the scented lanes of May,
His bayonet pointed toward the sky,
And grave his fearless eye,
Undaunted by the scorching sun.
(Today my lover takes his gun.)