Now is the month of Maying,
When merry lads are playing,
Fa la la la la.

Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass,
Fa la la la la.

The Spring clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter´s sadness,
Fa la la la la.

And to the bagpipes sound,
The nymphs tread out their ground,
Fa la la la la.

Fie then! why sit we musing,
Youth´s sweet delight refusing?
Fa la la la la.

Say dainty nymphs and speak,
shall we play Barley break?
Fa la la la la.

(English traditional, and White Rabbits for the first of May - lest we forget simpler times)

Thank you for this.  In the midst of all the fuss of day-to-day life, a reminder to stop and appreciate the seasons as they change -- to appreciate the glory of the little things --  is a most welcome reminder.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

My pleasure, Elizabeth

Hi paraglider you wouldn't know the words to 'Cherry Ripe' would you? An old english children's folk song. Don't know why you would just got spurred to ask..:-)

Lifebydesign wrote:

Hi paraglider you wouldn't know the words to 'Cherry Ripe' would you? An old english children's folk song. Don't know why you would just got spurred to ask..:-)

The song was made from the Robert Herrick poem of the same name. Herrick was an English Renaissance poet

Cherry-Ripe

CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There 's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.