Paroles de Under The Greenwood Tree

Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither come hither come hither Here shall he see no enemy But winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun And love to live in the sun Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets Come hither come hither come hither Here shall he see no enemy But winter and rough weather And if it do come to pass That any man turn ass Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please Ducdame ducdame ducdame There shall he see gross fools as he An if he will come to me