Friedrich Moller
YouTubeCome with us away we go,
where the birds are singing,
where the first sweet violets grow,
and all the green wood ringing.
The cuckoo cries 'Cuckoo',
the lark replies 'To Who',
and thrushes shout,
"Come out, Come out",
And in the apple trees, the bumble bees
merrily like you and me,
and in their joyous song will echo to ...
fallaree uh...uhwho, uh who. uhwho, uhwho, uhwho.
Uhwho, uhwho,uhwho, uhree,ou.
