Rose Rose Rose Rose
   Will I ever see thee wed
   I will mary at thy will sire
   At thy will

   Ding dong ding dong
   Wedding Bells on an april morn
   Carver your name on a moss-covered stone
   On a moss covered stone

   Hey ho nobody's home
   No food, nor drink, nor money, have i none
   Still i will be very merry merry
   Hey ho nobody's home

   Thou poor bird
   Take thy flight
   High above the sorrows
   Of this sad night 
 
 
   Thou poor bird
   Take thy flight
   High above the sorrows
   Of this sad night
 

   The wind in the willows
   Sighing like a sokitary soul alone 
 
 
   The wind in the willows
   Sighing like a sokitary soul alone