Song

William Shakespeare

Song

Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry throat
Unto the sweet bird’s note,
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 pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

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5 thoughts on “Song

  1. Dear Golden,

    i read your answer.

    Finding the words, writing the words/feelings is what this is all about.

    You will either move on
    or move toward…

    does this make sense to you?

    • Thanks I’m glad you like it Kenan. It’s been a quiet weekend with work. I have to get to my blogging over on the UK.

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