Singing round the root now!'
I looked out of window in the white moonlight,
The trees were like snow in the wood—
'Come away
Child and play,
Light wi' the gnomies;
In a mound,
Green and round,
That's where their home is!
'Honey sweet,
Singing round the root now!'
I looked out of window in the white moonlight,
The trees were like snow in the wood—
'Come away
Child and play,
Light wi' the gnomies;
In a mound,
Green and round,
That's where their home is!
'Honey sweet,