Из альбома: The Wicker Man
Heigh ho
Who is there?
No one but me, my dear
Please come
Say how do
The things I'll give to you
A stroke as gentle as a feather
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky
And tie the ends together
Heigh ho
I am here
Am I not young and fair?
Please come
Say how do
The things I'll show to you
Would you have a wondrous sight?
Mmm, the midday sun at midnight
Fair maid
White and red
Comb you smooth and stroke your hair
How a maid can milk a bull
And every stroke a bucketful