Under the Greenwood Tree Songtext
von Woods of Birnam

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird′s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither
Here shall he see, shall he see
No enemy
Here shall he see, shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither
Here shall he see, shall he see No enemy
Here shall he see, shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
But winter and rough weather.
Here shall he see, shall he see
No enemy
Here shall he see, shall he see
No enemy
Here shall he see, shall he see
No enemy
Here shall he see, shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
But winter and rough weather.