Has hied him to repose.
Weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet!
While now the moon through Heaven sails
And all is still, blithe nightingales
With hedgerow music follow.
Weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet-a ... weet!
In sleepy clusters gleaming,
White elders sigh, red roses start,
Forget-me-nots lie dreaming.
They dream of summer all night long