Sally's in the kitchen garden, tucking up her skirt Pulling up the radishes, shaking off the dirt Wearing silken petticoats and high-heeled shoes There's a man at her window, but I don't know whose She danced in the sunlight, she danced by the moon Sung every song, whistled every tune She's been our lover and a friend, best we ever had But our fine-headed lady's looking sorry-eyed and sad Spring is over, Sally, and the summer's going by There's smoke in the air and there's geese in the sky, oh And none of us get younger, Sally, some of us get old And the rest of us get lonely when the bed gets cold Close your shutters, Sally, put your lock upon the door No one's coming down the road, no one anymore There's nothing much to do here, nothing much to say So it's off and down the road you go and bye-bye the way [Instrumental] Spring is over, Sally, and the summer's going by There's smoke in the air and there's geese in the sky, oh And none of us get younger, Sally, some of us get old And the rest of us get lonely when the bed gets cold Sally went to Marrowbone, she went to eighty-eight Some say she went crooked, some say she went straight Some say she married up and others say she's free But I want Sally back again, just looking after me