: . : . : . : . : . : . I dwell in…………... : . : . : . : . I dwell in the north in the green country Far I'm here, far I'm here And I take to my rest at the end of day, Whilst o'erhead pretty stars do play And then I dream along Then I make a song About everything that I've known and felt And it makes my sadness melt : . : . : . Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day The rain has gone away, Watching the children sing and play In the garden and the roadway Up comes a little one singing a song About a friend she knows called Rosie Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly.