Under the greenwood tree.
A song from "As You Like It".
"William Shakespeare"
Under the greenwood tree .
Who loves to lie with me ..
And turn his merry note ...
Until the sweet bird's throat .
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 what he gets-,
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
Here shall he see,
No enemy,
But winter and rough weather.