1.Come ye into the summer woods；There nothing can annoy；All greenly wavethe chestnut leaves，And the earth is full of joy.
2.There，lightly swung in bowery glades，The honeysuckles twine；There blooms the rose-red campion，And the dark blue columbine.
3.And many a merry bird is there，Unscared by ruthles The blue-winged jay，the woodpecker，And the golden-crested wren .
4.Come down，and ye shall see them all，The timid and the bold；For their sweet life of joyousness It is not to be told.
5.And far within that summer wood，Among the leaves so green，There flows a little gurgling brook.The brightest e’er was seen.
6.There come the gentle little birds，Without a fear of ill ，
Down to the murmuring water‘s edge And freely drink their fill，7.And dash about and splash about，The merry little things；And look askance with bright black eyes，And flirt their dripping wings.
8.I’ve seen the nimble squirrels drop Down from their leafy tree，The little squirrels with the old，-Great joy it was to me.
9.And down unto the running brook，I‘ve seen them nimbly go；And the bright water seemed to speak A welcome kind and low.
10.And many a wood-mouse dwelleth there，Beneath the old wood shade，And all day long has work to do，Nor is of aught afraid.
11.There is enough for every one，And they lovingly agree；-We might learn a lesson，all of us，Beneath the greenwood tree.
