Under the Greenwood Tree Kim Thompsett

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 we see no enemy
But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather

Under the greenwood tree, who loves to lie with me
And tune his merry note, unto the bird's sweet throat
Come hither, come hither, come hither
Here shall we see no enemy
But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather

Who doth ambition shun, and loves to lie in the sun
Seeking the food he eats, and pleased with what he gets
Come hither, come hither, come hither
Here shall we see no enemy
But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather

Where wood and waters meet, by the hoarry willow's seat
My love behoves him sweet, with dancers at his feet
Come hither, come hither, come hither
Here shall we see no enemy
But winter and rough weather, but winter and rough weather