I must go walk the wood so wild And wander here and there In dred and deadly fere For where I trusted I am begeld And all for love of one Thus am I banished from my bliss By craft and false pretence As one from joy were fledde As from my lief day by day I flee And all for love of one My bed shall be the greenwood tree The running stremes my drinke And acorns be my food When of your beauty I do think And all for love of one