Grandma set sail in her old wooden clogs
The children with torches, they drove off the dogs
Bessie’s been gone now, just shy of a week
Oh Lord, if the hoarfrost could speak
Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground
I hear the old organist pedaling his feet
He ate the grey goose but it broke out his teeth
His only request, when it’s all said and done
Let his skeleton bask in the sun
Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground
How could it be so, I feel wide awake
And yet I’m still dreaming I’m William Blake
The shepherds are piping to the lambs and the flowers
And the princess has leapt from the tower
Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground
The children with torches, they drove off the dogs
Bessie’s been gone now, just shy of a week
Oh Lord, if the hoarfrost could speak
Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground
I hear the old organist pedaling his feet
He ate the grey goose but it broke out his teeth
His only request, when it’s all said and done
Let his skeleton bask in the sun
Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground
How could it be so, I feel wide awake
And yet I’m still dreaming I’m William Blake
The shepherds are piping to the lambs and the flowers
And the princess has leapt from the tower
Fly around little birdies
Fly round
The apples are all on the ground
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