The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you’re not here.
Woke up one morning half asleep,
With all my blankets in a heap,
And yellow roses scattered all around.
The time was still approaching four,
I couldn’t stand it anymore
Some marigolds upon my eiderdown.
Sitting in a tree.
Nobody comes to visit me.
Dibble Dabble in the babbling brook
Got stuck on a fisherman’s hook.
Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, …
You’ve got a beautiful chin.
You’ve got beautiful skin.
You’ve got a beautiful face.
You’ve got taste.
How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
I’ll tell you now of some that I know
And those I miss you’ll surely pardon:
Daffodil, heart’s ease and phlox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentian, lupine and tall hollihocks,
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots,
In an English country garden.