Pourquoi pleurer sur un succés d'été

"Get down, get down, little Henry Lee,
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me"
And the wind did howl, and the wind did blow
La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

"I can't get down and I won't get down,
And stay all night with thee,
For the girl I have, in that merry green land,
I love fair better than thee"
And the wind did howl, and the wind did blow
La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

She leaned herself against a fence,
Just for a kiss or two,
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
Well, she plugged him through and through —
And the wind did roar, and the wind did moan
La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Come take him by his lily-white hands,
Come take him by his feet,
And throw him in this deep, deep well
That's more than one hundred feet —
And the wind did howl, and the wind did blow
La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee,
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home —
And the wind did howl, and the wind did moan
La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

La, la-la-la-la
La, la-la-la-li
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee



Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Welch, John Rostill
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