In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
I'll go to the flower stall
And get a violet violet to
Put in my jet black hair
And make him tell me
Which one is the more fair
And in the meantime I cry
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back, boat back!
I'll go to the flower stall
And get a violet violet to
Put in my jet black hair
And make him tell me
Which one is the more fair
And in the meantime I cry
But what does it matter?
Because when I see him again, it'll be tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
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In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
I'll go to the flower stall
And get a violet violet to
Put in my jet black hair
And make him tell me
Which one is the more fair
And in the meantime I cry
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back, boat back!
I'll go to the flower stall
And get a violet violet to
Put in my jet black hair
And make him tell me
Which one is the more fair
And in the meantime I cry
But what does it matter?
Because when I see him again, it'll be tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
I'll go to the flower stall
And get a violet violet to
Put in my jet black hair
And make him tell me
Which one is the more fair
And in the meantime I cry
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back, boat back!
I'll go to the flower stall
And get a violet violet to
Put in my jet black hair
And make him tell me
Which one is the more fair
And in the meantime I cry
But what does it matter?
Because when I see him again, it'll be tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
Tears of joy, tears of joy
In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true love to return
To come rowing in his rowboat back
Writer: ELEANOR FRIEDBERGER, MATTHEW FRIEDBERGER
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing