Erich Wolfgang Korngold — Under the Greenwood Tree

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 No enemy But winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun Seeking the food he eats And pleas'd with what he gets Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather If it do come to pass That any man turn ass Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: Here shall he see Gross fools as he An if he will come to me Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me