There is a bird in Cachel Wood   As silver as I've seen   With mystery as a maiden's bed   With mystery as a dream      I dream to find my own true love   An everlasting fire   I'm perishing when leaves decay   'T would be heart's desire      Follow the burn to the sea   How my poor heart weeps for thee   Weeps for thee      Then nature sent my own true love   When apple blossom fell   He sang beneath the mighty oak   And courted me so well      He spoke the pleasures of the flesh   Of married life to come   I loved a man in Cachel Wood   'T was then I was so done      Follow the burn to the sea   How my poor heart weeps for thee   Weeps for thee      Follow the burn to the sea   How my poor weeps for thee      The berries on the Rowan tree   With child and in full bloom   He'd proved to be a false young man   A most unworthy groom      A fish swims in the ocean deep   A bird lives in the sky   And fleetingly they intertwine   And fleetingly they sigh      Follow the burn to the sea   How my poor heart weeps for thee   Weeps for thee      Follow the burn to the sea   How my poor weeps for thee