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Let's go up the hill and fetch a pail of water, |
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We'll hold it to the lips of all the sons and daughters |
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Your parents called you Jack, my parents called me Jill |
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They've given us the pail, they've shown to us the hill |
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The path is steep and winding, |
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the sun is hot and unabiding, |
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but there, there is the well! |
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There is the well and our bucket sinking, |
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It comes up brimming, |
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and we keep on drinking |
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Little Jack is acting wild, |
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He's made me a crown of flowers |
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(I've never seen him like this) |
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He's splashing me with water |
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We've been dancing here for hours |
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He takes me in his arms, and in this tender thrill, |
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I marvel at my chances, I'm so happy to be Jill |
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True love and water |
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For both of our lips |
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True love and water |
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For both of our lips |
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He has a lovely voice, I adore to hear him sing |
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He's forgotten he's a peasant boy, |
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he's acting like a king |
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He's promising me castles and pleasure manifold |
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He thinks the town will shower him with silver and with gold |
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When we bring |
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True love and water |
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To every son and daughter |
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True love and water |
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For all of their lips |
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He's running down the hill, |
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he seems to have forgotten our task |
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because the water keeps on spilling |
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and he's pulling me too fast |
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He says come on, lovely Jill, the sun is going down |
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We've got to show the world, |
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show them what we've found |
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It's written in the stars, it's written in the stars |
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This true love of ours |
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It's written in the stars |
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Little Jack's foot hit a root in the ground |
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He went tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down |
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as written, |
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Written in the stars |
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He had my arm, he holds it still |
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As I stare up at the dizzy sky and wonder why I'm Jill |
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True love and water |
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Were lost in the spill |
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So very close |
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To the bottom of the hill |
