Rounds sung together
Rose, Rose, Rose
Will I ever seen thee red?
I will marry at thy will,
Sire, at thy will.
Ah, poor bird
Why art thou?
Singing in the shadows
At this dark hour?
Won’t someone please
Throw a coin to me?
I am just a poor boy
Begging in the streets
Hey ho, nobody home
Meat, nor drink, nor money have I none
Still I will be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
And on the darkest night
My love she comes to me
Music surrounds us
The wind, the pond, the trees.