Bye, my little wee one, bye;
The granary's overflowing, full is cellar, crib, and bin,
The wood has paid its tribute and the ax has ceased its din;
The winter may not harm you when you're sheltered safe within;
So bye, my little wee one, bye.
THE PLACE WHERE THE RAINBOW ENDS
There's a fabulous story
Full of splendor and glory,
That Arabian legends transcends;
Of the wealth without measure,