The red clover’s coming early this year
it runs through the fields like a vein in your temple
covers the meadow like black on a kettle
the red clover’s coming early I hear
we laughed and we ran like we’d never known hunger
we watched the moon rise, my true love and I
I kissed his fingers and he kissed my eyes
sweet as the honey and golden as summer
the red clover’s coming early this year
it covers the fields like chains on a chattel
red as the morning after a battle
the clover is coming in early I hear
I searched for my true love down in the meadow
where the clover is red as the rose in my cheeks
there was my true love, down in the meadow
in the moonlight he kissed her beside a green creek
the red clover’s coming early I hear
runs like the blood through a vein your temple
dark as his eyes made big by the water
the red clover comes like a girl to her father;
the red clover’s coming early this year.