Lyrics

Hop along, my little friends Up the Withywindle Tom's going on ahead Candles for to kindle Down west sinks the sun Soon you will be gropen When the night-shadows fall Then the door will open Out of the window-panes Light will twinkle yellow Fear no alder black Heed no hoary willow Fear neither root nor bough Tom goes on before you Hey now, merry dol We'll be waiting for you