May 3rd, 2005

lips

Spring

The Valborg Fire burns all around the city! The voices of the choirs haunting the woods! The sky is on fire!
Happy Valborg 2005!




And who said there is no excitement in my neighborhood?

First of may and right under my window I had . . . “All the pretty little horses!!!!”





Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses.

Blacks and Bays and Dapples and Greys,
all the pretty little horses.


So hush-a-bye don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.

Way down yonder, down in the meadow,
There's a poor wee little lamby.

Bees and butterflies pickin' out its eyes
Poor little thing is crying mammy.









Blacks and Bays and Dapples and Greys,
all the pretty little horses......