Under The Greenwood Tree

Under the Greenwood Tree - Patrick Doyle

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 come

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and

Rough weather

Who doth ambition shun

And loves to live I'm the sun

Seeking the food he eats

And pleased with what he gets

Come hither come hither come hither come

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and

Rough weather