and there is a chill through
Still a red moonshine sets
warms that winter wind that moans
My love is like a snowy white owl
sitting high in a sycamore tree
Preserved in his countenance
Oh fever moon, fever moon,
take him to your bosom soon
let his heart to ashes fall
If I not be the one that he desires
Sunlight on his pretty face
And I was taken with his gentle voice
but he did not look my way
Oh, I release my dearest prayer
on a moonlit night like this
Leave a lock of his chestnut hair
and I leave it with a kiss
Oh, fever man, fever man,
take him to your bosom soon
Fill him with your heat, with your fire
let his heart to ashes fall
Find not me the one that he desires
turtledoves we'll never part
I knew the ceremony is through
And we're safe in our wedding bed
I see him with no other love
There's a spell he cast on love to last
And preserved his life by pride
Oh, favor a man, favor a man
Take him to your bosom, son
Let his heart to ashes fall
He might not be the one that he desires
