Rounds

Fire's Burning
Fire's burning, fire's burning,
Draw nearer, draw nearer,
In the gloaming, in the gloaming,
Come sing and be merry.

Rose, Rose
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose,
Will I ever see thee red?
I will marry at thy will, sire,
At thy will

Ding, dong, ding, dong
Wedding bells on a September morn.
Carve your name on a moss-covered stone,
On a moss-covered stone.

Ah, poor bird,
Take thy flight,
High above the sorrows
Of this sad night.

What a goodly thing,
If the children of the world
Could live together
In peace.