Heigh ho, Who is there?
No one but me, my dear.
Please come say, how do?
The things I'll give to you.
A stroke as gentle as a feather.
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky and tie the ends together.
Heigh ho, I am here.
Am I not young and fair?
Please come say, how do?
The things I'll show to you.
Would you have a wondrous sight?
The midday sun at midnight.
Fair maid, White and red.
Comb you smooth and stroke your head.
How a maid can milk a bull.
And every stroke a bucketful.
&
 |
| Willow's Song - "As the Cry Flows" Seafood |
月が滲みて、夏は来たりぬ。
