BABES IN THE WOOD
As sung to me by my mother, Barbara Gunn (1916-2007)

Oh do you remember, a long time ago,
Two poor little children, their names I don't know,
Were stolen away on a bright summer day
And lost in the woods, so I've heard people say.

And when it was night, how sad was their plight.
The sun, it went down, and the moon gave no light.
They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried,
Then the poor little babes, they lay down and died.

And when they were dead, the robin so red
Brought strawberry leaves and over them spread,
And sang them a song, the whole day long,
And the poor little babes, they had done nothing wrong.

(From a Celtic or British folk tale dating to 1595)


Furnished by Alf Gunn, Gig Harbor, WA. alf.gunn@juno.com