My featherbed is deep and soft,<br />and there I’ll lay you down,<br />I’ll dress you all in yellow silk<br />and on your head a crown.<br />For you shall be my lady love,<br />and I shall be your lord.<br />I’ll always keep you warm and safe,<br />and guard you with my sword.<br /><br />And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree.<br />She spun away and said to him, <br />no featherbed for me.<br />I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves,<br />and bind my hair with grass,<br />But you can be my forest love,<br />and me your forest lass.